Death's a Critic

by Peter Stanford
(Sydney NSW Australia)

Last night
Death read my poem
About Death
He liked it
He said
You didn’t paint me as the bad guy
I said
The Wind Cries Mary
He looked at me and nodded
And he said
You can come with me right now if you want
I looked at him and nodded
And I said
I got stuff to do first
He said
Yeah I know
And he turned around and walked through the wall
He’s a class act
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