The Coward

Death is not courageous
Death is coward. Stealing slowly
behind you.. tip toes on a polished marble floor
A black robe.. a dark horse.. a grim reaper diva
death is weak as weak as water

The things they left behind
a broken toothbrush on the street
a pack of used rubber
a pair of soiled underwear
a dried dog turd on the pavement
utter silence in the face
in the face of a broken god

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