Death and Time
“I take lives,” says Death.
“I am then, now, and later,” says Time.
Death is proud of inciting fear,
of goose bumps on human bodies.
She touches the arm of a young man standing
beside the train tracks. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
Time brags about being a measurement
of love: “forever” and “always.”
“Perfect timing,” he says, letting estranged
lovers meet on a path at the park.
Death and Time arm wrestle,
and Time is able to last
while Death gets quickly bored
and kills Time
telling of her exploits.
Time is running out
the door, but Death is near.
Time laughs as he pushes Death
on the swing of a local playground.
The children are unaware of Time and Death,
lost in their own worlds.
“It’s time for me to go,” jokes Death,
needed at a house fire off Main Street.
“Wait for me,” whispers Time.
At the end of Time,
Death is waiting.
The two friends embrace.
Sarah A O’Brien is a poet from Woburn, MA, USA. She is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of Boston Accent Lit. Sarah is pursing her MFA degree in Writing at University of Nebraska Omaha. Follow her adventures @saraheditsbooks.