Read Poem: Rather an Odd Quirk of Death, by Corey Elizabeth Jackson

Rather an odd quirk of Death,
Whom few would call a friend,
That it persists as near as breath
In loyalty without end.

But with this friend we hesitate,
Uncertain of its touch.
We do not stop for Death nor rate
Its presence welcome much.

Yet Death’s appeal at times is clear.
It shuns no human ties,
And some to whom it has come near
Gain solace from disguise.

So maybe I’ll give Death a break
Whene’er I beckoned be,
And humbly for my new friend’s sake
Show best civility.

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