*In memory of a good friend. Inspired by a poem from NZ poet, Sam Hunt, titled Death Called By.
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 was my living end a false alarm? 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 couldn’t give a fu*kin’ toss Written: November 2021 Note: Jabberwock or jabberwocky is a reference only my mate would understand. RIP C.B.
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