Here are some haiku inspired by Renaissance prints about death:

Your words have run out, my friend. Now, let us walk in the blank pages. Come.	What is there to teach a snake about courage? I tell it: walk barefoot.

Blame blows cold breaths through rents in men's clothing. Enjoy this warmth for what it is.	Somewhere I have heard drumming like this. So near, yet now it escapes me.