Death came riding in on a florist’s spotted pony
A bright trobaritz of the farther greener side
Saying, “I seek respite from mortal acrimony,
So grant me some stable ground while I hide.”
A moment of disbelief at such gall and sedition
Despair at once transmuted into song
I could hear her eternal frustrated condition:
Why can’t we all just get along?
She turned to me and proceeded to tell
Of how we see the same whirling scenes
Of her steed, no more than a painted carousel
And the same mistakes imprinted in our genes
“I am found not in the loss, but in the finding
I reap not with scythe, but repossession
That you all may have some relief from the binding
From your age-old claustrophobic aggression.”
I spat caustic words like a cornered, wounded animal
“You could have spared him,” I began to debate,
“For time is the only true undiscerning cannibal
And events unforeseen random mutations of fate.”
I cursed her, I wished that I somehow could break her
I accused her of being a selfish user and taker
A shameless fear-mongering mover and shaker
She calmly replied, “I am the ultimate peace maker.”
Dark matter, gray matter
No matter now
If detained for the latter,
I will likely disavow