Is There Anything Worse Than Death?

Remaining the sole witness of my life

when the only other one was my wife

taken eagerly to the other side

since existence is but a dying bride

I would have preferred to see her alive

in the arms and bed of another man

than departed to the void to contrive

the rest of my miserable ground plan

But there is always love between the cracks

you just need thin fingers a bit of heart

to take out that so-called pomp with an ax

making sure the tool you use has some art

Pray tell is there anything worse than death

Surely you grasp it to be the first breath