Brain dead

Will death’s capacious handbag
snap shut when I draw near,
or will it open wide and say
‘Welcome home, my dear?’

Here’s the thing that worries me:
I’m not afraid to go,
but thinking death and handbags,
I’ve reached an all-time low.


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