Death came calling yesterday.
We sat in the parlor, sipping
tea. Even though I like coffee,
you don’t refuse Death when
he asks for tea. Four spoons sugar, please.
I had heard he liked things sickly sweet.
I had what was his, he wanted it back
Upon my life, I couldn’t refuse.
You don’t say no when Death asks for something.
I had heard there was never a deal he lost.
He set out a pack
of cards, all hearts and diamonds,
no black in sight.
“Queens, you win.
Joker, I lose.
Kings, I win.
Jacks, you lose.”