Smile like an amused infant
                       as
         the crow hops from
                the tree

Death there is no room for you
          close my eyes to see
    
 Wasps and poisonous serpents
       burst upon a blank page
                                                            ­                    
      The sun had licked at it
          yellowing with age

Rip you out and burn you!
       it's better this way

Having faced you so many times
      I'm stepping on a new stage