Death and His Pawn, poem by Diana Burns at Spillwords.com
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Death and His Pawn

Death and His Pawn

written by: Diana Burns

 

Death takes a seat across from my bed
unhurriedly, he ruffles through my head
with all that I am laid bare
I return his vacant stare

Like a knight and a pawn,
we tango ’til dawn
one two three. one two three
him and me

Cornered and caged
afraid yet enraged
one two three, one two three
him and me

As morning draws near, he slithers away
but one day he’ll come to stay
he’ll make his move, for he still has one
and we both know that I have none

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