Ted Hughes — Examination at the Womb-Door

Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death Who owns these still-working lungs? Death Who owns this utility coat of muscles? Death Who owns these unspeakable guts? Death Who owns these questionable brains? Death All this messy blood? Death These minimum-efficiency eyes? Death This wicked little tongue? Death This occasional wakefulness? Death Given, stolen, or held pending trial? Held Who owns the whole rainy, stony earth? Death Who owns all of space? Death Who is stronger than hope? Death Who is stronger than the will? Death Stronger than love? Death Stronger than life? Death But who is stronger than Death? Me, evidently Pass, Crow