Kelley Marie Corbett
Where are you Death?
Others turn away and choose blindness
while you slither on your stomach.
Look at me.
I am not afraid.
I have returned from the valley of sorrow.
I have seen it bring tears to a mother’s eyes.
I know your tricks.
Your insidious little hisses are only breaths.
You think you can hide in the dark
when others close their eyes.
But, when I look at you,
I see you’re only another part of life.
Your visage does not frighten me
on this side of the ground or the other.