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When Death Takes a Holiday
by Bruce W Niedt
When Death takes a holiday,
does he pack light?
Does he leave his scythe at home?
Does he take a travel scythe?
How many changes of black robe does he need?
Does he pack a Hawaiian shirt,
just in case?
Does he like the Caribbean?
Does he sip rum drinks with little umbrellas
in his beach chair?
Does he bother to put sunscreen
on his bony frame?
What does he say on his answering machine?
Hello, this is Death.
Im on vacation now,
but leave a message,
and Ill get back to you as soon as I can.
When he returns,
is there a pile of paperwork waiting for him?
Does he go out looking
for the ones who got away?
Or does he start to harvest
the more convenient, silent souls?
[First published in Children, Churches and Daddies, 2000.]
10/05/2001 Author's Note: [First published in Children, Churches and Daddies, 2000.]
Posted on 10/05/2001
Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 10/17/02 at 04:25 PM lol, cute. There was a Fantasy story about this, Death let some kid do it while he went to see a Packer's game or something of the like... never read it myself... |
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