eyes fastened with pins

Eyes Fastened With Pins

How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
Ironing death's laundry.
The beautiful daughters
Setting death's supper table.
The neighbors playing
Pinochle in the backyard
Or just sitting on the steps
Drinking beer. Death,
Meanwhile, in a strange
Part of town looking for
Someone with a bad cough,
But the address somehow wrong,
Even death can't figure it out
Among all the locked doors...
And the rain beginning to fall.
Long windy night ahead.
Death with not even a newspaper
To cover his head, not even
A dime to call the one pining away,
Undressing slowly, sleepily,
And stretching naked
On death's side of the bed.

note from the poet: The poem was inspired by the multitudes of people that say they fear
death. Death is not what they fear but it is the fear of the unknown.
They are a afraid to find out that everything they missed out on will
never happen again and that all they have done will not matter in th
e end. Death is the cure of life. The ending of all pain and suffering.
Its the shared ending of everyones book.