When Death Came Visiting

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.

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