Death’s Heartbeat


Behind me, I can sense death:
a burning airplane
that contains the bodies of two pilots and two good friends.
My flesh burns as I comet from the carnage.
Towards the reaper's open arms or away: I am unsure.
Drums pound in my head.
Will future records hold their tune,
or will the afterlife enjoy their soft deadly beats?

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