AGENTS OF FORTUNE

Mr. & Mrs.
Death
lying side by side

in a morning that
has not as yet
made itself up

Mr. Death is snoring
waking Mrs. Death
it's always the same

Death is dreaming
he is living
inside his dream

"Fred. . .Fred!"
hisses Mrs. Death
but he dreams on

who would have guessed
that Mr. Death's first name
would be of all things "Fred"

"Fred!" she shouts
finally managing
to drag him from his dream

"Wot...wot!"
snaps Mr. Death
"It's time!" Mrs. Death says

Mr. Death mumbles
gets up unwillingly
grumbles

brings Mrs. Death
her breakfast
"Thanks love!" she smiles

"Well I must be off!"
Mr. Death sighs
"Got a busy day today!"

Death had been dreaming
that he had been alive
that he wore flesh

but the War
drags on and
always a war

he's wanted at the Front
Mr. Death so tired of it
all

"See you soon!" Mr. Death  yawns
but Mrs. Death has turned over
gone back to sleep

snoring she dreams
that Mr. Death doesn't
have to go to work

that they could be
just for once
ordinary folk

Mr. Death
closes the door
as quietly as he can

hums to himself
Blue Oyster Cult's
"(Don't fear) the Reaper"