NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone --
Man has created death.
If we practice dying through living truly, when death comes, it holds the expanse of wisdom that the exhalation of a final breath, with no further inhalation needed, has no fear.. nature knows the rhythms..
If all I had to read poetry-wise was the Irish poets such as Yeats, Thomas, Heaney, etc. I'd be ok. I'd be okay.