An Address to Death

Death,
tomorrow you may have my bones and my blood.
When my last dawn shines you may take my breath.
I will not resist; I will not repel.
Death,
when tomorrow comes I will hand you my heart and its beat;
tomorrow I give you all of my drained volition.

But today
I live,
and my life is mine.
Turn the ferryman away;
postpone the reaping for another day.
I am not for the grave, not for the worm.
Love of life and life is mine.

Ex Tempore LXIV
M.M. — 10-Sep-2013