​no promises…

death will not
call out
your name
and
await
for you
to acknowledge
it’s presence
it
will arrive
pry
your hands
from
life’s plow
and
leave
tomorrow’s seeds
of
anticipation
rotting
in the field
there will be
no extension
to
this
terrestrial loan
of
life
nor
assurance
of
anything
beyond
the
moment
of
death