ANGEL OF DEATH

Sitting on the beach,
knees up, tan legs, white
swimsuit, black hoodie,
black glasses, grey stare:

Into the waves, the wind
(cool and strong), gold
light over white sand---
sitting to bring:

Thy will, not mine

Her body transient,
like all things material;
It is a mechanism, a vase
to carry the spirit:

To him, his time.