Poem About Death – Agnes ObelBy It feels so strangeShameless to think of deathWhen none of those one knows has diedLast night I dreamt I was deadI came running with my dog into the room of the deadThere was nothing to be seenOnly stones and a few bushesA landscape that travellers have often spoken ofI would rather not die hereBut in my own home, where I was not deadAll the deathAll the deathIn the course of life and deathWrite about deathDescribe in the poem what you feel, concerning deathIn the face of death I’m like an animalAnd the animal can die but write nothingThe words die like fliesTheir corpses everywhere, swept away from the white paperGive the dirty little room www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20