Predicting the Inevitable

I should always


write a poem on death


While mirth still dances in

my gut

and laughter kisses me


I should form a stanza or two

Of death riding in on

A pale horse to reap


So when the fellow offers me a ride

those waiting on foot

can read the crumbs left behind,



and say ‘she knew it all the time.’


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