Alle Menschen Müssen Sterben

The exquisite chorale,

“All Mankind must die,” ends

This album on a note

Of reassurance and

Comfort. Whoever wrote

That liner note deserves

Affection—ironic

Unintentionally,

Or a real wiseacre,

Doesn’t really matter.

In fact, there is comfort

And some reassurance

In knowing all must die.

It’s the sole certainty

Life offers awareness—

Without it, there’d be none.

Also, to a species

Enraged by unfairness,

The death of all’s soothing,

Life’s only equity.

Most comforting of all,

The chorale reassures

The long tormented mind—

This ends. It must end sometime.