"Thou art slave to Fate"
Dylan Thomas is trying to humble death. With anger in every word, he proclaims that death has no power over him inr rhyme. I thought poems didn't have to rhyme, but oh well. The point being made is that death is not the matermind of loss, but cause of death is. Death simply hangs around as diseases and accidents get the job done, but Death gets the glory when the person is gone. Thomas realizes this, and wants to put an end to it. Death isn't even that terrible because it is only after death that we can enjoy eternal life. In that way death isn't "mighty" at all, and doesn't deserve the credentials it has. The whole poem reminds me of a adolosecent fight that ends with "well I don't like you, so HAH!"
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