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DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM

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First Line: I SHALL WALK DOWN THE ROAD
Last Line: BETWEEN THE COLD WAVES OF HIS HAIR, AS HE TIP-TOES ON.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
I shall walk down the road;
I shall turn and feel upon my feet
The kisses of Death, like scented rain.
For Death is a black slave with little silver birds
Perched in a sleeping wreath upon his head.
He will tell me, his voice like jewels
Dropped into a satin bag,
How he has tip-toed after me down the road,
His heart made a dark whirlpool with longing for me.
Then he will graze me with his hands,
And I shall be one of the sleeping, silver birds
Between the cold waves of his hair, as he tip-toes on.



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