Death does not come humble, it arises
like a lion, unsettles the air like a condor,
springs from the oceans as purposeful
as a dolphin cutting the horizon.

You should not lay in fear, you, the receptor
of this final expression of the breathing;
Death does not come forward to humble you,
it arises, an animal, to transfer you on and on.

Humble is not the stance to take
in front of this creature of hope,
and it is only a lack of understanding
that keeps you from mounting the back

of this graceful, forgiving, beast.