Death called by
(I.M. Glenn Jowitt)
Death called by the other day –
no one was home at the time.
A note, ‘Sorry I missed you’,
stuck under the front door mat.
I’m sorry I missed him too.
I would have asked him on in,
told him to kick off his boots
& leave his scythe at the gate.
We would have had a catch-up;
maybe rolled up a number.
I’d tell him I was pissed off
at the friends he’d taken out.
Death would have – passing the joint –
agreed: it was just a job
he was sent here to do.
Then would ask, ‘What about you?’
