“If you don’t know how to die, don’t worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don’t bother your head about it.” – Montaigne
The Coronavirus Verses
“Stop!” He said, “I’ve come to tell you
To prepare yourself for the journey
That you shall make but once.
Leave all behind,
And naked as you came into this world,
So shall you leave it.”
“I am not ready yet…” She answered,
Come back in a little while,
For I still have much to do,
I need more time.”
“No, your time is up,
Your last journey must start now.”
“Come then and take me now
For I have grown tired of this life;
The world that beckons from the great beyond
Is much more attractive,
More amenable to my weary soul,
Which yearns for respite.
This illness a God-sent gift
For those like me who crave eternal rest.
Make my demise swift and easy,
Snuff out my breath
As if it were a candle flame.”
“I am the messenger, so blame me not,
I come to grant you forgetfulness,
Peace, silence, sleep everlasting.
The black Angel follows in my footsteps,
He’ll be the one to carry you off.”
“I welcome him, my friend,
And as I gaze into your awful face,
And as your frightful eyes bore into mine,
I am not afraid.
The day is nigh that I shall fall into
Your Master’s icy cold embrace,
Praying that my demise is a gentle slumber
Devoid of dreams,
My rest eternal.”
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