day of the dead

today is the day of the dead, so i looked around my poetry to see whether i have something on the subject. in 1988, this is what i said:

i wake up in the morning
and i realize:
death must be so sweet.

death has a younger brother
and he is my lover,
death has a younger brother
and his name is sleep.
sleep is my lover.

but he is my highschool sweetheart;
when i grow up
there will be death.

what do you think?

would you say it’s morbid, macabre?
melancholic, bittersweet?
realistic, natural?
spiritual, insightful?

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