a deal with death (short poem)

Okay, You – whoever came up with
Death.
You can just stop now.
We’re tired of it.
And honestly? All those inanimate things?
Those cold-blood corpses, littering up the earth?
It would be so much easier not to deal with them.
I want my family back.
Hows about a trade – I’ll give you that
Mannequin.
All lifeless and dream-cold.
You give me my mom.
I’ll toss another graveyard in
For my best friend and my grandparents.
Deal?

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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Not much to say to this other than very good job! A lovely deal if you can make it. You said it all in very few words; an excellent job!


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Nights Dream 4 years ago from Allentown, pa

I love the poem. You touched on something everyone has thought of. Unfortunately, without death there can be no life.


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that one girl 4 years ago from Washington state Author

Thank you :-)

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