Ode to Death

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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.