Sitting Death

In front of me,

death is sitting and waiting for me,

with its eyes closed

In front of me,

death is sitting and waiting for me,

with its mouth shut

The moment that its eyes and mouth open,

I must go there,

or death catches my right hand and leads me into it

I may hope that the moment comes sooner than I think.

And when the moment comes,

I NEVER reject its smile