John Wessel 1/3/2009
The imagery of mortality looks like this to me. This poem is very nearly a sonnet, with the exception that the odd numbered lines have 9 syllables instead of 10. I lead with the stress on the first syllable of each line, making things sound impending, and the odd number of syllables helps when reading it aloud.
Death annoys immortal beings not,
Though even they must pay the reapers due.
Love to life as concept is to thought;
Observe the crop once cut will rise anew.
Picture endless interlocking rings,
Denoting every possible desire.
Each man is the cross of countless things,
All vying for the universe entire.
...read the rest.
