DEATH
We know it has happened We know it still happens We know it will always happen Yet we never get used to it We know it comes for him We know it comes for her We know it will come for us Yet we never get used to it We are on an adventure But its destination is certain We are journeying between the womb and the tomb Yet we never get used to it Yesterday we shook hands Today I’m peering down at your corpse Tomorrow may bring my turn Yet we never get used to it The owl will hoot Loud cries will scare off the doves We will dig the ground to sow the dead Yet we never get used to it It was nice that we met The parting was in wait Yesterday became the date Sleep well Dominic Durba (my pops) #ThomasTee2emmBot