Death PoemsHere You Go
Death is frightening,
and dying just as bad.
Say what you will,
‘we don’t take it well
Then how can we live,
with all that ahead?
Something must be
fooling us constantly.
Our brains are tricked
so that we don't believe,
for whatever reason,
‘we won't go on and on.
Our thoughts are clouded
so that we can’t conceive
the exact process
‘that’s waiting for us.
Or perhaps we think that
‘when the moment comes
someone else will arive
to take over-we'll survive.
Where logic is concerned,
we're all thumbs.
How couldn't we know
‘we were born to go?Growing Up
They said it was all good,
the way that things were.
But you were very young,
and said they were lying.
They said it was for the best,
the suffering was all over.
You were older now and
the best seemed not very good.
‘They said there was nothing
more they could do for you.
“Good,” you said, old enough
to know the way things wereUsefulness
You can use death to
achieve goals in life.
For example, you can
kill people for hire
On the other hand,
you can try to save
people for hire
and get paid whether
or not they die on you.
On a larger scale, there's
the funeral industry,
equipment for making war,
pharmaceutical products
for keeping us alive,
safety measures that leave
‘you injured but not dead.
All of these are vital
‘goods and services and
therefore quite lucrative.
All of them are based
‘on death or the threat
of death- death’s reality
The food you need
s0 that you don’t starve.
‘The very air you breathe
and the water you drink,
which need to be held
to standards of deadlines.
It costs plenty to keep
us from killing ourselves
and in the process
millions of people gain
a very comfortable living,
Despite its drawbacks,
death can come in handy.
Sometimes it may even seem
all the world lives on death.Memories
Countless memories
are stored in your brain.
Sometimes they rise up
again and again.
Sometimes they just stay
deep in the fleshy darkness,
Eventually you yourself
become only a memory
that either rises up
again and again
or remains deep
in the brain of another.
Only after everyone
who ever remembered you
is gone for good and all
does the terrible insanity
that once bore your name
achieve a true oblivion.
Good- bye.Weather Conditions
On some days it’s so hot.
‘On other days it’s so cold.
Hot, hot, hot.
Cold, cold, cold,
Finally the word goes out
for you to settle down
in your narrow bed
where you will be comfortable
forever.Going Ahead
After you're gone,
‘you instantly begin
to fall behind those
who survived you.
As the days pass,
new things happen
to those survivors
and also in the world.
After you're gone,
you can’t keep up
with the latest events:
you're out of touch.
So you fall behind
farther and farther,
left in the dust while
others charge ahead.Losing Customers
They asked for you on the phone,
‘but you didn’t take the call.
They sent you a nice letter,
but you didn’t reply.
So your name was dropped
from the list after another.
No one wants to bother with somebody
‘who can't be troubled about
a very special one- time offer
(with a money- back guarantee).
No one has the time to go looking
For you over every inch of the earth,Safety in Numbers
There are plenty more people
than there were at one time.
And plenty more are coming,
It’s as if something inside them
is always sereaming in an urgent
voice: more, more, more, more.
(Or maybe it’s like waiting in line.
Everyone feels better if they see
more are behind them than in front.
“That makes sense,” you think
as you make your way forward
and soon find that you're next.‘Means to an End
Only one way
to arrive
(that swollen body)
yet so many ways
to leave.
You could spend
your whole life
counting those ways,
thinking about them.
But you can never
know the way
you will take
until it takes you
lit’s very strange
That's fore sure.Smaller
One by one,
over the years,
they went their way.
Each of them
departed without
‘much shout or show.
As the group
became smaller,
you hardly noticed:
Until the day
you asked, "Hey,
where did they all go?”Big Problem
Sometimes,
when all the noise
dies down
and you're by yourself,
it’s pleasant to think
that no one is left
in the entire world,
that you are the last.
Everything is over,
and history is like
a movie whose last reel
has already spun its way
‘through the projector,
with no more
attractions to come,
{just a blank screen
in an empty theater,
{just a clear blue sky
‘over a quiet landscape.
Nothing that ever happened
makes any difference,
there is nothing more
for you to fret about.
‘until you realize
that eventually you'll
have to join the others,
that even though
the world is gone,
the biggest problem
in the world
still remains for you.The Note
Everyone says that
the universe is a marvel.
‘But you never thought that.
Everyone says that
life is well worth having,
But you never thought that
What you thought
was contained in a note
pinned to your hanged body.
Everyone thought that
Your hand was beautiful
But they never said anything,Suddenly
Where did you go?
‘They looked for you.
They looked everywhere.
But even if they had
looked for you
over every inch of the earth
they would never
have tracked you down.
Yet only yesterday
anyone could have
found you at home
‘called you on the telephone.Premature
When it’s all over,
they sometimes say things
such as “before his time”
or perhaps “too young,”
But the fact is this
everything happens because
“its time has come.”
‘And the last thing
that happens to you
will always be “on time.”
No one is too young.
Nothing is premature.
Everyone, including you,
is right on schedule.
It’s true.Staying
Staying around here
can be so very hard.
Really very hard.
Getting up every day
and tying your shoes
and eating your food.
‘You go to bed at night
and sleep your sleep
and dream your dreams.
Then another day comes
and another night goes.
It never seems to stop.
‘Yet going can be hard too,
really very hard
Limited options indeed.Birthday
Even after a person
is gone from this world,
people often tend
to remember birtdays.
They say: today is
the birthday of someone
‘who would have been
so many years old.
So just in case you're
not around next year:
happy birthday.Hospital
People go in
who then come out.
People go in
who never come out.
In, out, in, out.
It makes you wonder,
“Will this place be
the last for me?”
But you don’t really
‘want the answer
to the question about
‘those ins and outs.Still
Whoever you are
or think you are,
whatever you've done
or imagine you've done.
A tubercular poet
‘a syphilitic musician,
a mad philosopher,
and many others.
Whose voices were
always only echoes,
echoes that are
still reaching you.
Who are stil thinking
and still imagining
who you are
and what you've done.Closing Time
It doesn’t matter
if you were a hundred
or sixty- three
or seven and a half.
However old you
might have been,
whatever mark you made
will be erased.
‘Things don’t last.
‘When you're gone
you are gone
and that is that.
It might seem
that something stays,
that some part of you
still casts a shadow.
It might seem a lot
of lunatic things,
anything except
the actual case.
The world closing up
that tiny space
where you used to be.
Tt closes so fast.Calculation
‘The number of people
‘who have been born
is the same number
‘of people who have died
(or will someday die).
‘The equation is perfect
and must remain so.
Because if the balance
of the born to the dead
should ever be off.
Ifeven a single person
who has been born
shirks the common destiny,
how could you stand to live
with such monstrous figures?‘Memento
‘You meant to take care
and put your affairs in order.
But the unexpected occured
and there wasn't time.
Later, the loved ones came
and gave away some things,
while putting aside some others:
‘keepsakes or valuables
‘They cried over an old comb
that still had some hairs
twirling through its teeth.
Yet they laughed a little too.
‘Then someone uncovered
what you left in the attic.
“Oh, dear,” they said softly
and went home to forget you.De Facto
In order to get things done,
it’s essential to have pain:
without it, nothing could be.
But we're so easily fooled:
‘no one praises hunger,
yet everyone likes to eat,
Little pains and big pains
they keep you living,
‘however much it may hurt.
But when it comes to dying,
‘you want your epitaph to read:
fe never knew what hit him.”You Dream You Die
‘You wake up so frightened
because in the dream you
knew it was all over, the end.
Even if you aren't bothered
by this idea when you're awake,
it's still there in your mind.
‘And so you dream it’s all over,
no more, the end of you forever.
‘You wake up so frightened.
When it finally does happen,
it probably won't be like a dream.
‘At least you sincerely hope not.
‘The thought of oneself dying
and never waking up again
‘can drive a person to suicide.Complexity
Whatever events may lead
to that last moment,
the finale is always the same:
‘Simple heart failure.
‘And all the time you thought
that life was so complex.
It's just the beat of a drum:
‘Thump- thump.‘The Conclusion
It was always your
sincere intention
to understand it all
before it all ended.
But your intention
‘was thwarted:
so many things
took your time away.
You can only wonder
what a few years
of focused reflection
might have gotten you
‘Maybe they could have
helped ease the panic
before it all ended,
‘And maybe they wouldn'tThe Taste
‘They said it could be over.
“You were sure the end was near.
‘The dread of being so sure,
‘Yet they turned out to be wrong,
It wasn’t going to be over,
not with that kind of certainty.
But you had tasted how it felt
to be so sure that it was all over,
Now the dread of uncertainty.
Af only you hadn't listened to them.
If only you had no ears to hear,
and no mouth with which to taste.Impossibility
You descend
the staircase
in the darkness
alone
and pause
before taking
the last step.
Behind you
ina room
upstairs
your own
voice cries out,
‘an impossible
sound.
Lights turn on
and people
rush about
the house
without seeing
you there
on the last step.Your Evacuation
‘The excrement
of life.
The purgative
of death.
Why not
relief?
Why only
Pain?
Pity.Knowing
Before you existed,
before anything existed,
nobody knows what existed.
‘This was a long time ago.
‘Then something happened
that started other things happening
and later on you happened.
‘This was not so long ago.
‘Someday it all may all just stop
or it may never ever stop.
Start, stop, start, stop.
Nobody knows how long,Counting the Ways
Millions of years,
billions of bodies.
Some are where
they last fell
Some are where
they were put
Some are buried,
some were burned.
Some are scattered
in little pieces.
Billions of bodies,
and then yours,
Fallen, burned, buried,
or in little pieces.Odyssey
All sorts of paths
ccan lead to
all sorts of places.
Yet every place
ends up
as the same place.
This isthe place
‘where the
paths are feeding you.
It’s not the path
but the place it goes,
if you didn’t know.Request
You lie in the bed,
an arm full of tubes,
a mind full of drugs,
but still thinking.
‘You see the figure
enter the quiet room
and you lift your arm
and focus your mind,
‘You ask the doctor,
if itcan be arranged,
that your last day
not be your worst day.‘Thoughtful
When you're on your last legs,
whether you're confined to a bed
or screaming in a crashed- up car,
‘many things may occur to you.
Something that won't occur to you,
cither confined to a bed or screaming,
is that it doesn’t matter what you
did or didn’t do during your existence,
‘You won't think, “That's done with,
so why get excited at this lat stage?”
Perhaps there are a few who may think
this way, but they are rare exceptions.
1fonly we could all think in this manner,
it might make up for what went before
‘canceling out the chaos of our lives
and steadying us upon our last legs.Carpe Diem?
Perhaps once in a while,
‘or possibly quite often,
it may strike you that
you are not yet dying,
not in any serious sense:
‘you can “seize the day”,
as has often been advised.
No reason not to follow
this bit of poetic wisdom
and to think of being alive
much as you might regard
some time off from work
‘or a vacation from school:
‘a carefree period of play.
This may be a simple view
‘but what else can you do
as you wait for the approach
of that awful Sunday night
before returning to the job
or the last day of summer
before the school bell rings?Absolved of Debt
Possibly you're the kind
of person who's doesn’t
save up for a rainy day
or worry about a ill left
‘unpaid for a month or two,
‘or even one long past due.
It's not that you're dumb
or lazy, anything like that,
‘but you believe in things
known by heart not head,
and these are what make
‘tomorrow easier to take.
‘This is how it is for you:
all the years of your life,
you've been assured
‘that nothing will happen,
when you're on the brink,
to prompt you to thinkUnthinkable
‘The thought unthinkable:
things will still be there
afier you're not here.
All of the trees, the traffic:
‘Those scenes from a play
for which you didn't stay.
Itmakes much more sense
that when you are gone
the show won't go on
Still, you leave things behind
pretty much as you found
them, but never mind-
you won't be around.ight Voices
Why should you have to live?
We don't.
Why should you have to suffer?
We don't.
Why shouldn’t you have to die?
We did.