Death Poem by John Sensele

Death is the moderator that levels the playing field
For the rich and the poor to escort each person
To receive according to his input the yield
That he earned without committing treason or arson.

Death visits every layer of society
To snatch big and small, young and old
People in spite of their depravity or piety
For which it becomes cruel and bold.

Death accompanies every person to the cemetery
Where they all rest after their tour of duty
On earth to measure their telemetry
And pick up their brain, skeleton and booty.

Death appoints itself the final referee
In the game of life which pits losers against winners
To give them a share of the heavenly jamboree
That chooses nuns, pastors, angels and sinners.