'Eyes Fastened with Pins' by Charles Simic
How much death works,
No one knows what a longDay he puts in. The littleWife always aloneIroning death’s laundry.The beautiful daughtersSetting death’s supper table.The neighbors playingPinochle in the backyardOr just sitting on the stepsDrinking beer. Death,Meanwhile, in a strangePart of town looking forSomeone with a bad cough,But the address is somehow wrong,Even death can’t figure it outAmong all the locked doors ... And the rain beginning to fall.Long windy night ahead.De...
No one knows what a longDay he puts in. The littleWife always aloneIroning death’s laundry.The beautiful daughtersSetting death’s supper table.The neighbors playingPinochle in the backyardOr just sitting on the stepsDrinking beer. Death,Meanwhile, in a strangePart of town looking forSomeone with a bad cough,But the address is somehow wrong,Even death can’t figure it outAmong all the locked doors ... And the rain beginning to fall.Long windy night ahead.De...
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