DEATH Poem: A Withered Reaper., by Ellen Sander

death walks on wood, singing Sarahlo, Sarahlo,
in shades of aubergine and puce.
Strides, side to side, arms swinging, past morning
glory stalks that flower
and choke their greenwood host.

It was a poisoned spring,
disease spread a pallor on the land,
loved ones died on the other side
of palm streaked windows, children
orphaned by unprovoked war.

A barrelhead of rainwater pours out
full of mosquito larvae, they squirm before they perish
on the gravely slope. A storm rips up like
hoofbeats, thrashes lightning daggers, and then,
the sound of a barn burning in the rain.

Ellen Sander

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