Dealing with Death

I just reviewed this site…no less than six posted poems since January have to do in some way with death, which is strange, because as I grow older, and as I experience the deaths of others close to me, death has become a part of life. But when I was young, I was haunted by a pervasive fear of death. Either I dealt with it ironically, as here, or aggressively, as in the following verse from 1965:

I know you, Death, you cannot hide.
It’s most unseemly to be weak.
Come out – I shall be satisfied...