River Girls

For K

When I was eight years old,
I stood shivering, anxious and angry,
Behind a beautiful bully for months.
The

DEATH

Death is something we try not to think about, but is there from the start
from the time we first open our eyes, we are

I've heard about death from the banshee

A-wailing and a-moaning

Rattling chains and weilding scythes

a-shreiking and a-groaning

For knowing we must suffer

How ironic that our knowledge is the source of our struggle

Ignorance is bliss

Knowledge is suffering

The

What is the unsolved mystery of death,

When it's known to all that it follows your last breath?

That following that air is