Last night I dined with Death.
He had the chicken
And I the grilled cheese.
He smiled mercifully
As he passed the ketchup.
We sat face to face
In that liminal place
The hell before hell
And though it was I
Who had died
I wished him well.
I prattled of old jaunts and haunts
He regaled me with a dirge
And I relished our reunion
Among the sometimes-living
Until the end that was my contrivance.
He reached for the bill
And tipped the pepper mill
And it was hell before hell
To die a new life
And wish him well.
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