Poem 834








Death
only rides
living
horses.

That’s why
he’s so keen
on palpating
their pulses.

How else
would he know that
their equine heart
presently beats?

And if he feels
nothing, he knows
that he’s beating
a dead horse,
indeed…

It’s true,
unlike us,
Death is keen
on not carelessly
wasting his time.

On great works
that he already
finished..
he won’t
further dull
his ol’ scythe.

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