The Light That Death Rides

Wed, 30 Apr 2025 21:58:00 +0000

Late evening light fell through the window once more.
It made the room look like an old photograph. It was like fluid that painted the walls.
A guest from the secret brother of the Sun.
On its back rides death. I saw it once in 1993, on a bus.
When you see a man die under it, it tells you its secret name.
And when it talks, you can smell its breath–and remember it forever.
But I hope it forgot me.

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The Light That Death Rides