Ready or Not
Frankly, we respond differently
To a particular version of death
Than we do to abstract death or Death
Personified, to say nothing of distant
Deaths. The body seizes up, confronted
With the thought of a specific dying,
And philosophical comfort shrinks
Into a crumpled cloak, discarded—at least
Until we make our peace, if we’re given
Enough opportunity, if the specific
Becomes the determinate, not just
Distinctly possible but definitely ours.
Then, and only then, we may pick up
Our cloak, wrap ourselves in its folds,
And get ourselves ready to go.
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