Death satisfies none; there will be
No intriguing dreams, lovely dreams,
As when life gives us sleep;
Life, so full of life, oblivion
In life has life; life never seems
To not be life: death satisfies none,
Not even with closure—
No one is sure death
Is, in fact, closure;
Death is death
When it takes our friends away,
But their closure is not our own—
Death has nothing to offer us,
Death satisfies none—
A dull speech which is not done
Even when it is done.
Did you know every poet
Is listening to it?