Dorin Popa writes

Why I always choke with tears
 
forever
bearing death in my soul
I make
for death
why do you tell me
that you’ll never
leave me?
between me
and my death
your fragility
sits itself quietly
as if this were
what God wanted
I make for death
and with every step
I turn fortified

and free
 
 Vanity and Salvation -- Hans Memling