The River I died on (MS)

The river I died on
Is fat and it's old
It trudges slowly
Toward a sea that trembles
And squawks like an eagle
In the sky

Death,
Master of the drowned world 
Suddenly stopped
At my door
And said look 
You should have put your shoes on
And come walking with me.
I wanted to show you things
You’ll never have understood
But would watch in wonder.

Too late now for coffee
Your shoes float on the rusty red ocean
No need for sticks
To help you stand and walk
You are lost to the river
And go to the sea from where you came.

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