Time wears <br />thin <br /> <br />becomes almost <br />see through <br /> <br />and I see through <br />to my Death. <br /> <br />A morning all constant <br />rain with little gusts of wind. <br /> <br />Rain nothing but rain <br />it seems <br /> <br />pinpricks of falling <br />as if sewing puddles to the ground <br /> <br />branches bejewelled <br />with nothing but diamond <br />raindrops. <br /> <br />Birds drip. <br /> <br />Not a good day for drying. <br /> <br />My ghost laughing <br />walking in its bare feet <br /> <br />mud squelching <br />between its toes <br /> <br />startles Death <br />who’s having a little nap <br /> <br />(I’m not due in ‘til one <br />and it’s only eight) . <br /> <br />I grin in passing <br />clap Death on the back. <br /> <br />“Nice one... Death...nice one! ” <br /> <br />“See you soon! ” <br /> <br />Death wipes <br />what appears <br />to be a tear <br /> <br />from a hollowed <br />socket <br /> <br />or then again <br /> <br />it could be <br /> <br />a raindrop.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/see-you-soon-3/
