Where do you collect
Your life when it is gone
All your intellect
Is subtle; you’ve got no brawn.
I have no knowledge
Of things beyond my skill
You have no leverage
Over one who is meant to kill.
The checkpoint of death
Separates you from your stuff
The boarding pass is stamped
When you retain your inhaled puff.
The hand baggage does not exist
The checked-in one you do not need
Tally your name on the passenger list
Pick up your journal on the way to read.
That’s all there is to recollect
That’s all there is to cherish
It’s not up to you to select
The time you want to perish.
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