Death

You are sticking to your duty

And you don’t worry about the subsequent story

Of sorrow and misery in the bereaved family.



You lift us successively away

Regardless of poverty and luxury,

Which is the only existing equity.



With your leg, shadowy and heavy,

You kick us to another way

Without knowing neither when nor why.



Either weak or healthy,

We wait for your holy coming daily,

Craving but for a kick with no cry.





You score goals on each sunny day,

And you leave us without capacity to study or hurry.

Being, thus, our first and permanent enemy.