An 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.