Mr & Mrs Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Mr. & Mrs
Grim Reaper

sit saying nothing
over dinner.

He only teases
his lemon sole

around the plate
some peas spilling
off the plate

onto the herring bone
carpet.

Mrs. Grim Reaper
scowls at him.

He flinches.

Gathers up his cowl
& scythe

(bit blunt...needs sharpening)

kisses her
on her

unresponsive
bony cheek

& hops upon
his pale white stead.

“Back to work! ”
he moans to himself

thinking seriously
of changing

his job.