- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Reaper
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He rides a pale Cadillac,
and keeps a list of names in the Palm Pilot
which sits in the breast pocket of his
(black of course)
Armani suit.
He highlights a name,
touches it with the stylus,
(Scythe shaped, for where would we be without our roots?)
(Cast adrift, I have no doubt)
and then, au revoir mon ami--
Death is calling on line one.
Be sure to pick up your check
on the way out.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 16 years agoI really like the imagery of this. The idea of picking up the check -- life is just dining out? And I love the jarring of the middle stanza.
Anonymousover 16 years ago... into what one person sees and believes. Most of us have never even tried to imagine. Interesting insight. Death is certainly a cool character, no?
