Dirge For a Dark Day
The man
with the scythe
is having his way
with your day.
You think it's no 'biggie'?
It's like the coins
in your Piggy-
you counted eleven,
he calls it seven,
says he's the brethren
who delivers you
to heaven. His is
the power that
monitors your
hour.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2014
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