The hurly – burly wind
That passed by yesterday
Is down the drain
In nothing flat,
A new stripe of book will flicker
Like a virginal carbon-paper
Awaiting to be stricken
In spiffy smirch of streak
The moment lapsed
And the night is at its lull
Copping some z’s
When drapery is drawn over the sun
As if to shoot the next seen of film
Is like snatching dreamer’s dainty dream
Grim reaper can pop up to snatch your consciousness
Or pop up when you are of grey age
No one knows
When it will wheel by
When it will take hold of you
When it will thwack
At the door of your ticker
Grim reaper is that film shot
With characters unidentified
Location not really allocated
Grim reaper is that second coming of Messiah:
Demise is the emblem of life.
To them
That cannot say yes
To the cat-o-nine-tails of life;
The best of repose has punched the clock
Sweetest of rest it is.
