Racing Death

Submitted by Tim Hawes on Sun, 2009-06-28 20:19

 92-135 3-17-92

RACING DEATH

Somewhere near, a siren
Yells its slow vibrato,
Racing Death again,
Tending the tail-end
Of another life. These
Medics are unsuccessful
Thieves striving to rob

Death again and again,
But he is patient
And eventually catches
Them off guard.
I am out amongst
Them now, commuters
Going home, the dying

Denying their mortality
To work on in the hope
That Death won't notice
Them. Ah, Vain! He notices!
And though you squirm,
Not one of you
Slips through his fingers.