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This is a poem inspired by the last page of The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Last page

People fear people with gases and guns.
People fear people who make others run.
I fear nothing, one thing at most
not death (ha)
not living,
not even their ghosts.

When the colors fade,
and I’m back to business,
I see them all laughing,
I see they’ll all miss this,
the life that they live,
the people within,
people who are saints,
people who sin.

The people who read, in basement’s with fathers,
the people who steal from Nazi’s, from farmers,
the people who love in spite of the rest,
these people they haunt me,
and I am Death.

I have not read the book before so I don't know how to commend you according to how you want. But unattached, I'd say this poem is very good. When I found out that death is the character here ( you know what I mean) I read it over again to clearly understand it.

I have read the book, the narrator is Death. It's a very good novel. The poem was quite good Emmers00, you captured the voice and feel of the book.