When She Comes For Me

"WHEN SHE COMES FOR ME" death used to frighten me but I welcome it like the hatred some feel for me. lady death could never hate me. I serve her purpose. no one will cry when I'm gone, there will be rejoicing and many will be relieved. lady death has never cared about my heart's good intention. although, she's the only woman that ever saw it. my brown body will be in my bed, stiff, cold. next to a beer that is unfinished and a cigar that went out. no one will know. no girlfriend. no wife. no mother. no father. no friend. no one will shake me in tears, no one will yell, "my love! my love!" no one will yell, "my husband! my husband!" no one will yell, "my son! my son!" no one will yell, "my friend! my friend!" no one will yell, "please don't leave me! I love you! please don't leave me Eddie!" there will be no answer, there will be no attempt to have me reveal it's all a joke. at 6' 3", there will be a nothing left for no one. an old whore of mine threw out my art, so there is none. now, inside this room where I lay still, where I lay alone, there is a black folder with my poetry. some read, some never read and some that were never meant to be read. find them and hold them dear. for they are all I could leave behind that lady death will not take. By: Chicano Eddie