Death is near - here and there

Dim voices from the far away mosque,
sending no words of consolation.
Instead they grip the listener,
with the very words they wish not to hear
that death is near.

And death is here, near
when dawn has barely caught
the mosque’s morning greetings
And death is there, far away
even where no voices from the mosque
can reach it

*on the deaths of my uncle (a sudden one) and Ariadne’s Sawyer’s mother. Even when dawn seems to be prepared to greet the calmness of the beginning of the day, death could be so anticipated, where dusk seems to blanket you with the peaceful surrender of human to the embrace of the Almighty*