I've never known death.

I've never met my aborted brother,

Wasn't there for my mother's parents.

Had three goldfish and one hamster,

But that was all.

I've never known death.

Never greeted him, never shook hands.

I've cried vainly,

"I'm going to die."

With the innocence of bliss whiteness,

Who has never known death. 

Ignorant, am I?

Shielded--or captured--so tightly. 

She's from my neighboorhood, 

I've never met her,

and I don't feel a thing.