A Conversation With Death
I’m conversing with Death tonight
I find he’s dropped in and kindly
Requested my time
Which is not as kindly as Kindness
Is since I cannot say no to a talk
With future’s specter
Instead, begrudgingly, I entertain
In the dark drawing room of my mind
Where kindly without kindness Death
Helps himself to tea and I oblige
For an unknown time
Until, somehow
He leaves.
