Well, aren’t you
the sneaky one?
Coming in to say
your predictable
hellos and goodbyes
in those neat little slices
of unexpected time
that define us.
Death!
Listen to me!
I never did believe in destiny
till I met you.
Your destiny is a certain one:
as warm and as cold as snow
on a summer’s day.
Death!
I know your
dark arts.
Some choose to see you
as a well-meaning friend
that you invite for
tea and cake.
But I’ll never invite you.
Never!
You!
You will come for me
as sure as the sun
and the moon.
And I will hold
the door
with all my superhuman strength
and try to stay
your grand entrance.
Death!
Your victory is assured.
In your arrogance
you will stride through
that bolted door and
stare at me,
and smile that impish smile,
and wiggle your finger
to draw me thither.
Death!
Everyone says that
you are black and cold
and inevitable.
But I see you as something
else:
I see you as white
as a bright light
against
a cold starry
black sky.
13-4-2014