He used to be grim:
his emaciated, tent-stake ribs;
his chopstick fingers;
his cavernous diaphragm.
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This is a great poem! There's not a false step or a weak line in the whole poem! And every image vividly enhances the character of the reaper! (That's three exclamation points for your poem's technical achievement! NO - FOUR) And the irony is finely focuses and has a real punch! (FIVE) As I type this I can't see the poem so I can't quote any of them, but as I read it, I kept stopping to appreciate them un context. But the overall irony of the Reaper dressing like any contemporary businessman or government official - just doing his job, that is, wrecking people's lives! - is wonderfully presented. This poem should be read widely, both as a poem and as a message.
I agree this poem says what it means, and says it well. These lines get a Wow! Death Incorporated. Now he works in fast food, cigarettes, and DUIs. Adeline