THE COLLECTOR                                                                                                  
Hello!  My name is Azrael

I wield no sword, I swing no scythe
I bring no death, I take no life

My only purpose, collecting souls, and to them guide
To their rightful place, where they will then reside

I come to do a task, that still
Confronts you all and always will

There is no reason, why I come
No great plan, no rule of thumb

I just appear and do my deed
There is no list, from which I read

No names are called, no judgement made
No restrictions placed, no homage paid

It makes no difference, young or old
Sick or healthy, shy or bold

I dispense no blame or fright
I walk among you, day or night

My sweep is wide, my path is straight
I do not hide, or lay in wait

In the end, I take you all
And over each, I spread my pall

I wear no hood, nor wield a scythe
I guide your end, to your new life

I from your body, take your soul
But, I do not, your sins annul

Some with ease, take this extraction
While others have, a pained reaction

I assist you only, to a certain place
That good or bad, you then must face

My work is done, once you are there
It’s not for me, to judge or care

I follow the course, in life you laid
That now in death, your journey’s made
BOEMS BY JA 289          
Written in hospital 2014