1/2- plans
and seeds we keep shaking
like vagabond gamblers
and merciless thieves
comes a moment
of last-breaths
and want of an outcome
that marches you
into oblivion.
Pay attention
sons and daughters
to the days
in passing
and when they stand still.
In this moment of weakness
you couldn't defend me now.
Money-making drills
into my walls
like pictures of friends
yet unmet---
when will Death knock on my door again?
I hear the churchbells far away
like a doorbell that promises to ring.
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