I am afraid to think about my death,
When it shall be, and whether in great pain
I shall rise up and fight the air for breath
Or calmly wait the bursting of my brain.
I am no coward who could seek in fear
A folklore solace or sweet Indian tales:
I know dead men are deaf and cannot hear
The singing of a thousand nightingales.
I know dead men are blind and cannot see
The friend that shuts in horror their big eyes,
And they are witless--O I'd rather be
A living mouse than dead as a man dies.
No Coward's Song
James Elroy Flecker
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Poem topics: breath, death, fear, friend, pain, sweet, fight, wait, rise, great, hear, brain, blind, afraid, indian, horror, mouse, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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