He slipped in when I opened <br />the outer screen door, to let <br />a bit of that balmy Spring air, <br />laden with pollen and bits <br />of indescribable matter, <br />inside. He didn't seem to mind <br />the stench of extinguished Gauloise, <br />stale John Boags and worn pheromones, <br />he just sat on the linen hamper, <br />flashed a mischievous grin, <br />and said, simply 'I'm Death, howdy'. <br /> <br />I didn't have the heart to inquire, <br />what exactly was his business, <br />or his 'mission', at this inconvenient time. <br />Supplies had run out and I was no Rocky, <br />which stands for Rockefeller, one of. <br />So it happened that not even a sprout <br />of a conversation ever developed, <br />cat must have got his tongue badly. <br /> <br />In a sudden subliminal fit of nervousness <br />I tripped over Gentleman Jack, teardrops <br />of Tennessee rolled onto the carpet, <br />swallowed up at once, stained, like my soul. <br />A raised eyebrow of silence spoke to me, <br />and without breathing or a heartbeat, <br />I became aware that all cranial activity <br />had, indeed, been not suspended but, <br />in the interest of a Universal Intelligence <br /> <br />had been extinguished and sent to the hole, <br />black hole that is. It was educational, <br />stimulating to observe the final moments, <br />and I was just glad that it had been deemed, <br />by those who are in supreme command, <br />that I was to walk with him, that fellow <br />with his mischievous grin, through the <br />valleys of the shadows, toward infinity.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-valleys-of-the-shadows/
