Carriage of Immortality

Because when he stopped
He did not stop for me
His carriage held not only ourselves
But immortality

He drove quickly, showing all haste
I could but grasp and hold onto
He was most rude
As on we flew, past the children at play

As on we flew
the moonlight played upon the pond
We passed the rising sun
Or did it pass us
The further it rose the colder it was
A heavy cloak of flannel round
My naked flesh now new

We entered through a gate it seemed
To creak and grind with rust
A bed was made, All satin and silk
Awaiting its possession

Today it is as many past
Feels all the new again
For I surmised the driver hence
The corpse which now I am.

Lee McQuinn

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