Death

• Callum Siegmund-Bant, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

Death is as swift as a plague,
waiting for the right time...
People dropping from illness and pain for as far as the
eye can see.

Death is as mean as a Dingo,
it doesn’t care if you're weak,
to it you're just more food to devour.

Death is as painful as a shark,
its jaws more powerful than a machine,
every bite breaking one of your bones... Crack... Crack... Crack...

DEATH