Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
‘Dissolve,’ says Death. The Spirit, ‘Sir,
I have another trust.’
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
‘Dissolve,’ says Death. The Spirit, ‘Sir,
I have another trust.’
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.