By Gub (the 6th of May)
Death
Did not do
What death could,
And extinguish all
Life in one blow.
He takes what he wants,
In one’s or threes,
And sure; amidst occasional human battles
Multiples of these.
Over time
Well all eternity, the
Score he fells will run a trillion or more
But these in aggregate
Sound excessively dramatic
In the fullness of infinity, they are but the gentle popping of candle wax around a universal wick.
A slow flow
Back into the tallow…
That feeds a continual flame
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