Analysis of Deaths spoon

4. Poem: " Death's Spoon"
 * When my dreams of being fed,
  Comes to reality,
I only hope I am in my bier,
  Being fed by the spoon of death...
   Death's mighty spoon..

* When the reality of my journey strikes,
  Then the spoon of death must have fed me,
  And I, the unwilling glutton must have had my fill....
  For tasting the bitter contents,
The spoon never left my mouth...
  I hope my death is not by death's spoon....

*When the spoon of death feeds me,
  And I lay still in my bier,
  May they be no torrents of earthly floods,
  For I have journeyed to the estuarine,
  Never coming back..
Never a hope of comeback...
    Death's spoon..