Shrouded in that mystery'untouched
until we reach its shores.
In death we are the same
whether black or white
man or woman
nationality or creed.
The Ferryman may call
whether militant or babe
at dawn or dusk
at sea on land.
In death we are the same
while hated
no one is left
unmourned.
26 March 2012
©Eleanor Clark
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