Death has taken me out for a swing. <br />At first I didn't drop from the quickstep <br />In his dance and clogged right along <br />Until he drove the tempo up. <br /> <br />How swiftly was I pulled into being <br />The jumping jack, the dancing chicken, <br />Becoming nothing but a scream to God <br />With no hope of what He was thinking. <br /> <br />Then Death lifted me up high and spun me <br />Into the sky so God would be pleased with him, <br />For he doesn't take what God doesn't give. <br /> <br />But suddenly he let his catch fall, <br />For in the alphabet of the first silence, <br />God has just two words for him: Not today!<br /><br />Franz Werfel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-of-death-4/
