+ To Mr. Death Poem by Jordan Legaspi

To Mr. Death


They say this question is ridiculousness
A funny feeling and only the emptiness
Barren thoughts yet realizing it not
A man equipped but can’t untie the knot

Some told me this inquiry is imagination
Reality trapped in mind creation
Thin and colorless words along the wind
Men flesh and bone but can’t bend

Others shared something of what it may
Untold tale of legend or history
But unrecorded without tongue can tell
Men clothe with emotions but can’t feel

Few spoke about them
Fullness but less, different yet the same
Breast cradle of from the womb
A man formed and deformed in the tomb