DEATH

by FELTON PHILLIPS   Sep 2, 2005


DEATH COMES, THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS

AT TIMES LIKE THE MOVEMENT OF A CLOUD ON A HOT STILL SUMMER DAY

OR THE SUBTLE SWIFTNESS OF AN EXECUTION

DEATH COMES TO US ALL

IT DOES NOT SEPARATE US, BUT JOINS US TOGETHER ON A JOURNEY THAT WE MUST ALL TAKE

THERE IS IRONY IN THAT.

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