The Grim Reaper Is Lazier Than I Am

What is there worth writing about but lazy death?
So inept, so unpunctual and mixed up.
He came too early, say lovers
or friends who are not in the will
and have not been secretly pondering
where he has been these last humorless years.
Stovepipes, perhaps, or flash photography;
fresh paint or icy slush streaked with exhaust;
the occasional transcendent moment or a [...]