Ode to Death

Yo, I see you down there walking my way

Like a bill collector coming for his pay

But I crossed the street and got away.

 

Watched you go after friends

While letting evil ones go way too long

 

Watched children burn in the street

Little ones on white sheets

Pale with dark circles and no hair.

 

Watched young men rush to greet you

Sent your way by dirty old men in Loro Piana suits.

 

Prey with relish and mustard on the poor

Hide behind incense and flowers

Pretending that the last painless pinch won’t hurt.

 

Yes, I see you still down there walking my way

But this time I wait to deliver my surprise

The day when we all will arise to put you down for all time.

 

5

You might also like…

Poetry

Sixteen Sows

Dan Houston

Three months, three weeks, and three days. That's the gestational period for the average sow. Three months. That's the amount of time it takes to raise a pig to 40 pounds so it's ready for market ...  [+]

Poetry

The Balloon Lady

Rebecca van den Ham

I was sad, oh so sad,
All alone in my pain.
Thankfully that was when 
The Balloon Lady came.

I had hung my head down
And let out a groan,
When I saw a foot standing 
Right next to ...  [+]