Death
The light dims as memory slowly fades to darkness.
What was once verdant and virile now yields to insolence and wine.
The drums have begun to beat - the choir all in tune.
Call now upon the potter to sing the solemn chant.
Welcome! Welcome, dear friend! Your stay as a strange guest has expired. Join us now to suckle and sup as brethren.
Claim the stock and ash. Throw the pitch and plunder. Now rob the clay of silver and gold, it’s for you that it has ne'er been spent.
Pierce now the stony bosom and claim your divergent prize - it waits for you with pensive pride.
Worry not for estranged travelers, their tears are merely a guise.
Now exit with silent remorse...
C. William Carroll