Death Poem #1
by Angela Alberto
Death came to me one day
with a glimmer in their eye
Scared, I recoiled and shouted
"Is it my time to die???"
With breath like dirt, that has been drenched
by the rain, Death looked at me and softly said,
"Why do you think your death is my gain?"
With head hung low
They started to go
I sputtered out, "Wait! What did you want to show?"
Death's head slowly turned
and in a child-like glee, they said,
"I wanted to show you I have a band-aid on my knee.”