The Reaper Poem by Kimani wa Mumbi
The Reaper
No noise, silence
Just the chirping of crickets.
Roomie dead asleep,
Radio plays the B.E.P.
Suddenly, a little confusion,
Might be an illusion -
But it's real;
O yea 'tis real!
Angel of Death
Together with a friend
Suck my roomie's breath.
I'm not unnoticed -
Their stare cold seems to tell me
and they vanish.
My roomie's no more.
Might it be me tomorrow?
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