no way out

No out

A man coming home from work saw a shadow 
 a figure leaning against a dead olive polishing 
his hoofs and sharpening his scythe.
The man said no, you are too young to harvest 
he then took a plane to Madrid
where he got employment at a legal office.
the first day, he knocked on the door 
death sat in the chair and said
from now on, you are my helper
 Go back home and dispose of your parents and their
time has come, greatly disturbed 
the man took a plane home
and the death was leaning against an olive tree 
a shadow on a sunny autumnal
day. In the house, his parents said they had  buried 
their son, but they did not see or hear him,
and the man knew that henceforward he was 
Death`s little helper.

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