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Doug Anderson: Death

Death is sitting at the foot of my bed.
“Get up,” she says. “The sun is out
and the horses are waiting for grain.
Besides, love will blindside you again
and you’ll forget me. You cad.
But I’ll never leave you.
No, I’ll be here when you get home.”


Copyright 2018 Doug Anderson

2 comments on “Doug Anderson: Death

  1. alexsondra
    January 9, 2018

    Perfect. Death, accept it, make it a friend, disregard it, your choice, but it is always true and present.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Patricia A. Nugent
    January 3, 2018

    A haunting poem. Short and powerful. And a perfect time to post after the latest tweet re: the size of the nuclear button. Death WAS at the foot of my bed last night.

    Liked by 1 person

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