I once saw death, on a mountain high,
Once in the desert down below.
I saw him coming in the changing sky,
As a monster wind did blow.
Death smiled at me so many times,
And then just turned away.
There was no warning and no ghostly chimes,
I've seen him in both night and day.
I saw him close and yet I knew,
He was not there for me.
Something in his manners gave me a clue,
But not something I could see.
And yet I know I'm not immune,
That I would never think.
He'll come again midnight or noon,
Once my armor starts to chink.
3/9/12 Alton Texas
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-once-saw-death/
