The devil at your door

The devil at your door

Dead fishes in the river
beneath the bridge whirl by
and end up in the ocean
where one day you and I

will make our way when music
and laughter mean no more
and the only one who’s knocking
is the devil at your door:
the smiling rogue who taunts you
with a twinkle in his eye,
“D’you want a kiss, my darling—
one last kiss before you die?”

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