Death Card Today I looked at a customized shell A shell of what was I cried I mourned and wept for the life once contained in that shell. I told myself - "it was okay". He has gone to a better place. My heart bleed blood red, green and gold the ugliest tears you cannot imagine. It had come face to face with its mortality. So fragile a light had been easily snuffed. He was poor and so he died cursed by inequity. Born to struggle he died flying. A fight from the womb like a warrior I saw death sitting stiffly presiding over its celebration. Its gray countenance a reminder of the road we all must travel. And I knew there must be more. Another story waiting to be told- on the other side?