Dance, quoth Death

Come, dance with me,
Quoth Death,
I will teach thee
This
Will be Easy.

I made him
A cuppa. I
Broke bread for him,
Buttered it, and proffered:
No one should dance hungry.

Come, this is a Waltz,
Quoth Death,
One-two-three, One-two-three, One…
It will be slow
And becoming.

I made him
New shoes. I

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poem by Lauma Lapa
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