Then it was i

Showing up
was a blank
of manly thinking

as host
to a death
rebirth too

the waves on seas
rippling
in waves
to all stories
so spoken
in whispers

to a locker
what I must
leave
unsteady....unsteady

to the mind
and feet
emotions silently looks on

invisible to all words 
now he stumbles
to the world of all ....listening to the end

as death passes by....on a daily routine....
who is next he ask ...Who