My version of a skull poem from Dia de Muertos
Grim reaper and I
I answered a knock at my door,
The grim reaper was standing there.
My life on this earth was no more,
He was a sight no human could bear.
His eyes were afire, his breath quite rank,
His scythe was long and ever so keen,
Tears wet my cheeks as my pounding heart sank,
No living soul had ever beheld such a scene.
I wept like a baby and begged for my life,
He laughed and told me to grovel at his feet.
I pled for just one more day with my wife,
He swung his scythe and took me in defeat.
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