Does it matter when you die
At eighteen, a life untried
Waiting for a miracle
A last divine hold on and pull
Let go
The three sisters won’t be bribed
They are deaf as well as blind
Every life to them is a life ill timed
Be at peace, you are the image of God
The resemblance can never fade
Nor memory be erased
Alike blameless and betrayed
What will it be like
When the moment arrives
Count backwards from ten
A silent terrifying requiem
