I think I’m most offended to see
The face of my own death that waits
For me, this wondrous me that sits
In my flesh and lets the world go by.
Bowing to both the stars and moons
I feign my resignation to fate;
Inside I seethe with fury and hate
That she is dead. The many suns
Dance their cosmic waltz to songs
Old as time. They will dance until
The cosmos ends and God fulfills
The balance sheet of rights and wrongs.
My end offends me; I would rebel
If my anger could win the day.
I raise my fist in futile display
Knowing my defiance will fail.
Shaking a fist at a smiling god -- T. McKay