My death days --
   Strange and wondrous --
   Will come soon enough.

I can feel their thrum 
   At the edge of my mind,
   A slow and rumbling pulsation
   That signals
      The END is nigh.

I don't fear them.
   Like a rumbling freight train,
   I assume they won't plow 
   Through my front door --
   But, rather, will wait for me
   To become freight.