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"Who's Next?"

Karyn Indursky

Death has eyes seeing
awaiting victims without
caring about pain
inflicted to mourners
hearing it's song
replaying itself until
feeling hollowed out
like another body
sinking into soil
for being fertilizer
and Death laughs
at trailing tears
helping make fresh
fertilizer with wilted
roses taking up
room where soon
another being will
join Death's deaf
ears of pleas
made by suffers
wanting them back
without any avail
while Death licks
its dried blood
lips to touch
the next person
when Death doesn't
knock before entering,
but barges in
while mortals wonder,
"Who's next?"