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Death
Salaam my friend, and hear my soft song,
     calling the tired and lulling the strong.
Lullabies fit from peasant to crown,
     heard even by beasts and plants in the ground.

I rob cuts of their sting,
     soothe cares the world bring
treat every hurt and bruise,
     yet am a panacea few would choose.

Now scissors cut a thread in two
     making way for youth anew.
A finger's touch, the world withdrew,
     a gentle dance, just me and you.
 
 
 
 

 


 

 
 
 
can be gentle, like falling asleep
comes to all life, weak and strong...
rich and poor...
plant and animal

ends any pain, disease, or injury


will to live makes this the last resort

Greeks depicted with the fate Atropos
needed to make room for new life
the "touch of death"