I couldn’t wait for him
so he crept into my being.
Together we started walking,
we passed the baffled crowd sobbing.
Next, we stopped at the synagogue
To hear the verse of a grieving mother.
By the river, we witnessed a rotten carcass,
A queer being survived by his purpose.
2 yards down the line
there were lovers by the moonshine.
As we passed the river
we saw a lonely child quiver.
At the helm of death
They all bequeath.
As they refuse to wait for him
He creeps into them.
Death is thy name
Comes to visit without shame.