Death

Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it,
with no finger in it;
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, 
with no throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
~Pablo Neruda, " Nothing but Death."
One of the subjects that fascinates me, as it does us all, whether we realize
 it or not, I think.