Death And The Poet Poem by Juan Olivarez

At the stroke of midnight, I saw his face,
Eyes shining with a yellow light.
Right through to my soul, they seemed to gaze,
With empty sockets, that somehow held sight.

A long boney finger, pointed at me,
As a cold chill filled my heart.
He whispered it's you I've come to see,
I have your name, here on my chart.

You were supposed to come with me,
But things have been rearranged.
I came to set your spirit free,
But my orders have been changed.

It seems your work here is not done,
Said his unearthly voice.
So in the morning you'll see the sun,
Not that you ever had a choice.

I will see you again, and that I guarantee,
But I can't tell you how or when.
But be assured one day you'll be,
With me, just like you should have been.

And now your signature is required,
On this release I have for you.
You wouldn't want to see me fired,
Cause this is the only thing I do.

Right on the X, please be so kind,
And I'll be on my way.
Now I must hurry if you don't mind,
Cause I've got lots to do today.

And he was gone no puff of smoke,
He just walked out the door.
I hope you don't think this one big joke,
And I hope I didn't bore.

3/24/11 Alton Texas