For Death

i saw
death today

we brushed
fingers,

barely

but,
i felt a cold
shock

race through
nerves and
tendons

his hood was
up

i begged,
pleaded,
cried.

wanting him
to take it
off

"let me see
the face of
death!"

i wanted to look
death in the
eye

instead of
brushing
him

he sadly shook
his head,

pulled his
hand away,
as i stood there

crying,
reaching,

for
death.