Thursday 26 November 2009

#59 - About Bones

I have seen Death around town,
driving a metaphorical bus
He uses to mow down the ungrateful.

I think I have caught Him making eyes
at me, the millstone scrape
as those dual aeries swivel to track

my route to the recycling bins
and back. I walk a little straighter,
tighten my buttocks inside my cords.

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