Death asks humans a few questions.
Must the Grim Reaper
have on her anthro-formation a mask
for the sake of an other
and before proceeding, politely ask?
What message must be sent
to a beloved in advance
for in news of the sour turn of event
that through a loved one had already pass?
Why then do I see
people hellbent with rage
as if heaven is courtesy
and that it matters any more than age?
Where is man’s contract with nature
that states clearly all qualifications
through, by, and with which men hold major
that and all of life’s terms and conditions?