If Death were Blue

If Death were the color blue,

The sky would be graveyard

The ocean, too—

If the sky harbored death, It wouldn’t seem so glum

We’d smile when our loved ones left

I imagine they would all be angels, Flying above

Or, mermaids, swimming in the ocean

We would play never getting enough

Of

Heaven

Then, I would wish for my time to come For death would be a celebration

To pass from this life only to begin a new one—

With tales to tell for future generations

But that’s not death at all

Is it?

Death is morose

And painfully unpleasant—

Shrouded with trepidation

A cruel satire from God

—Cast down on His children

For you

—to breathe life again

I would do

—Anything

If only death were blue—