Writing about life…
  he was powerless over death,
  life was what he was good at

Death, a combination
  of all he would never understand
  and all he would never accept

It was a major failing,
  never to bring closure or a period
  to the end of his sentence

Along a road predestined,
   mirrored by the face of denial,
   redemption unreflected—beyond his view

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)