the sudden and unexpected
knowledge of one’s mortality;
it does a strange thing to me.
there’s a surge of adrenalin
as if the body’s preparing to fight.
what a hopeful, honest thing
that I might smile at this death;
this robed, misguided thief
and laugh with tearful words –

“Come at me then pitiful wraith
let’s dance through the storm
and see who’s drowned in the waves
as I grin gap-toothed from golden shore”