There's No Hiding Place For Death Poem by Tony Adah

Death lives a hair's width from our own house
A twitch on the eye lid
And a man drops death
A man walks and too soon
His toes are not on the ground
An owl hoots and it is recorded
A sinister song
Whether we run or walk or crawl
There's no road away from the leveller
Whether we are old or we are young
He devours
There is no hiding place
For the one we most dread
Whether we brave him or fear
He takes all that belong to him
As helpless as we succumb.