Death And An Angel Embraced Each Other In The Hotel Lobby - Poem by G. Silver
Death and an angel embraced each other in the hotel lobby,
As I, startled, fumbled vaguely towards the chain of payphones.
They trembled far and wide and stared through designer shades
that covered their pupils (miles high) ,
From the prying eyes of Captain Observer.
It was none of my business, but I hated them.
I saw their wandering little hands and their squandering eyes that couldn't even see their elevator had arrived.
I saw the angel's sweaty palms digging into Death's
shoulders and - nervously - pant.
Is this the show we came all this way to see?
Four hundred and thirty miles and an hour ahead -
For a front row to Thanatos' stage.
(And if we all saw it coming,
Couldn't someone have told me?)
I do not know what to do, then -
And I wish they'd just get out of my sight.
Death, you are no friend of mine,
Leave me to worship whatever visions I have of my own.
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