Death throws its ugly efface in hour direction with unending chaos, violence and destruction. People of good will, lovers of life, let’s not fall for the barrage of sucker punches…
Death Throws
It looks as if
It’s just
Equal
Opposite reaction
Of perpetual temptations
Inviting ancient evil
Beyond that
We ever new
Life
As death throws
Us
Hurling through the err
And in countering sin
Some daze
As black as pitch
That screwball
Impossibly wandering
If can or will hit
Striking out
Or home run
Standing bye
Quietly as a waver
Won knight stand
Mirrorly a fling
Or sum radical commitment
To swing a weigh
And how sow
When death throws
In during such a game
Be on guard
In unending doody
As winging your way
And what kind
Of hit
With fans
In the offing
As a spire to sore
Be care full
It’s catchy
Weather you like it or not
That faculty too
Let fly
When its knot so easy
