Death
Death has two poles
Fast death
Slow death
Some jump into the water quickly
Some wade into the water slowly
Do we choose?
Or is our inclination predetermined?
Some take a gamble
testing a skill
in a life-or-death stance
the leap across a wide ravine
Some play Russian roulette
with the odds slightly in their favor
a drunk on the road
How many beers make “a few”?
Others proceed by caution
trying to extend life to the maximum
time
cushions and rubber walls
a life of fear
To go out in a flash
no time to say good-bye
Or languish in a bed
drugged into semi-consciousness
Our friends and family come
and go through our ether land
Can we choose?
Or is it all luck
of the pre-birth draw?
There is no escape from death
But the path remains questionable.