Time With Death By Your Side Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Time With Death By Your Side

Time, with Death by your side
You're both are multilingual spooks.

Time, Death,
you're both invisible yet every bird,
man and beast addresses you,
just like me,

Within hearing range,
With fears in their hearts,
I know you two are out there hiding with your smirks,
You're both deaf mute pretenders,

I am communicating with your souls,
but I know you two are,
you're both clever

You've washed your hands more times
than Pontius Pilate did

You've never waited for the last important
message from my dying father,
Before springing you're traps,

Neither with Julio or every body
pissed from any of the gallows,
hospitals beds or uncomfortable quarters,

You both did much fun painting our faces
from young to wrinkles,

Time with Death by your side,
I know you're both guffawing
and loving my poem.