When the angel of death came for my brother,
she came for me. I felt her gentle pull
on my shoulder as I stood at his coffin. Another
might have stiffened, but I grew peaceable
when the angel of death came for my brother.
For I saw she is the dark-eyed sister of love,
smoothing away all suffering and distress.
I imagined my own coffin, where she hovered above,
bending to give me comfort. I felt her kiss
when the angel of death came for my brother.