a poem by Ross Vassilev

somewhere in your back pocket

death is a man’s head on a dog’s body.
death is the Germans hanging people in Belarus.
death is 3 crows on the wire.
white slavery will be the death of Eastern Europe.
death is stock brokers trading money.
death is not waiting for you.
death has her hands full counting gold teeth;
and death is Akira Kurosawa drinking tea in a garden
with snow on all the bare branches.

© Ross Vassilev