My Death Says
A dark blanket soft on a bed you never see.
The sheets don’t get dirty,
And no one tells you it's time
To get up
My death is the music man with
his black hair and white teeth,
His flamenco doesn't miss the beat.
His words warmer than the land he claims.
My death says let's dance.
My death says I am the most beautiful woman alive,
And most men don't know how to treat a lady.
He says he will pick me up tonight in his Towncar.
He says you cannot know and you cannot understand.
He says here let me carry your bags.
A Clown in Time
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