Death Called at My Door
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Death called at my front door
last night but no one was home.
I might’ve invited him in but before
ask for whom the doorbell tolls
lest it was me he was looking for
Was time up on my alarm clock
or a false alarm? Jeepers creepers
last night I forgot to fasten the lock
but duh, he has a skeleton key
and I now call on the jabberwock
We met once and it was grim
yet he took someone else that day.
But I was sure my chances were slim
for there hung a dead silence
as he looked at me and I at him
Death called by again today
but I was in the karzi without a care.
Didn’t stay long the old prick but hey
when you gotta go you gotta go
and I know he’ll be back one day
Should he return tomorrow
I’ll ask “so what took you so long?
I’ve been expecting you, you know”.
For years I've seen the spectre
and have walked in your shadow
I won’t bargain with a-holes
or fear the dead or man in black.
He is Death and come for my soul
and I become my seal of fate
for he is the destroyer of worlds
O’ who do you think you are
that life and time is yours to take.
On my shelf I keep my soul in a jar
so take it all for I am still here
and lucky to have come this far
I’m sure our paths will cross
if he wants to meet up bad enough.
I won’t beg for more time or my loss
so Reaper raise up your scythe
cos I could not give a flying toss
Written: November 2021
*In memory of a good friend.
Inspired by a poem from NZ poet,
Sam Hunt, called Death Called By.
Note: Jabberwock or jabberwocky
is a reference only my mate
would understand. RIP C.B.
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2025
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