Death phoned me today;
it was quite a surprise.
Wrong number, I guess
but we talked anyway.
I was feeling so well
until the bell tolled
but a discourse on hell
made a change from cold calls
from the depths of Bengal
so we talked about life
and the end of it all
until time just ran out.
‘See you later’, I said.
That’s for certain, old friend
and the phone line went dead.

2 responses

  1. Great! Love the title and the first line – great opening, certainly grabbed me! I like the reference to cold calls and the image of the poet chatting to death about life, and the end of it all! Brill.

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