Where is death today? Busily hiding the bodies, Or hunched beside a car loosening wheel bolts, Placing a dark hand over a traffic light, Squeezing the shotgun trigger, Or strapped in a wheelchair Disguised as a patient and wheeling rapidly around the hospital wards, Removing the soap.
Or maybe cycling down the motorway The large black cloak neatly bundled into the waistband Right trouser leg tucked into a black sock A bone poking out the toe The Reaper strapped to the bicycle crossbar Blade hanging to the rear But not obscuring the red reflector Wearing Kevlar gloves when handling the scythe And Vis a Vest neatly tied with a bow At the very least a reflective armband.
Or possibly fixing a puncture on his way to my home...Bad form then On arrival should I greet with “Come in, you look perished! ” Discuss the weather as a distraction I could offer new socks Like every interview this might not go well.