A Postmortem Word Poem by Lone Dog

The very moment that we're born
Is when we start to die.
We can't escape finality
No matter how we try.

For, every man who's walked this earth
And breathed its fragrant air
Has had to breathe a final breath.
No one has e'er been spared.

Not Pharaohs, nor the Caesars great,
Not even Constantine,
Not Prophets, Popes, nor Presidents,
Not Czars, nor Kings nor Queens.

Yes, no living thing on earth has ere
Escaped finality.
Not even Jesus Christ was spared -
Alas, and now not me!