Lady Death

November 12, 2010

lady death comes in different shapes
and forms
she sits in the back of your favourite restaurant
tracking your next order
sees you as a condemned man eating
his last meal

she loiters in school yards
like a child molester with a candy bar
she passes through your dreams
like a faceless chorus girl dropping
black-laced invitations in the
back of your memory bank

her eyes a runaway freight train
speeding through a deserted
railway station where old engineers
walk in circles serenading ageing
conductors drowning in tears

A. D. Winans