When You Die
You will die soon.
Already the rain falls faster.
Flights of birds plunge
Zig-zagging into the void.
The guards on the bridges
Are doubled.
Signals are built
Into the ear-drum.
No dwelling
Has a door.
Already the rain falls faster.
Only night keeps you
Waiting for her.
She is choosing
Her darkest dress. --
You will die soon.
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