Death visited my Uncle's house that day
while we began to sit for lunch,
it hovered menacingly around the kitchen
as Aunt prepared a punch.
It whispered and whimpered across the table
spilling gravy from my sisters plate
and sat down quietly next to the fridge,
where it stayed deciding our fate.
Before long it was on the move again
slipping quickly across to the sink,
pushing pots and pans to the floor with a crash,
it grinned and gave me a wink.
My cousin was lounging on the sofa
chain smoking in the long front room,
Death sat down next to him and said,
"I'll be seeing you very soon".
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