Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Collection Agent
Colored black, otherwise
As white as empty snow,
Sometimes seeming to
Use a scythe to mow
Down hundreds at once,
Or gather, one by one,
Those chosen souls,
When their time is done.
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