Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

I knocked on an earth-red door


I knocked on an earth-red door
And death let me in;
He spoke warm and soft
About the log fire within.

And though I warmed to his charm
His company was dim;
So I shut the door and left,
Drinking Vodka and Gin.

Singing limerick odes for death
About duties of sin;
Walking erstwhile forever?
'Til his feet made no din.

Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012

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