I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Friday, December 17

Death

You're incomprehensible like rain
you purify
but can cause ravage floods.
You're as mystique as food
you can be edible
at the same time, arsenic

You're clever as you are menacing
handing out invitations
dressed in black

You determine fate
collecting souls of your clients
till the dawn of judgement

- - - -

the rap at the door
was more mysterious than the one before
the sound of the score
and its settlement
a body lay on the floor
the soul hit the last leg of the tour
where it lies now is beyond the filament
the bulb burst as evidence

blood trailed
the smell of decaying flesh inhaled
and the stare of a pair of eyes
that didn't fall from its glare

she's gone
where
to what and how
we will never know...