DEATH Poem: HIDE AND SEEK, by Kris Green

Up on a ladder, hammer in hand.
Where are you hiding?
Are you waiting to jump out and surprise me?

Replacing the filter in the portable AC unit, I wonder….
Could the garage fill with carbon monoxide?
Is that how you’re going to find me, asleep?

I slap a mosquito on my leg. But it’s yellow.
Is there a new pandemic brewing? Maybe I’ll be patient zero.
Is that you in the bushes?

A truck encroaches into my lane.
Is this it? Are you guiding the wheel?
Where are you hiding?

The law mower rumbles. Could it explode?
When will death find me?
How long can I hide?