Tone Death (MS)

Death sings 

and life scowls

at the noise he makes.


Life then tries

a hymn.

She sings 

about birds

and summer warmth

and the becalmed sea

at the end of day.


Death smiles 

and says 

I'm deaf to all that.

Tone deaf.

I am the tone of death.

Monotone.

It's the only song I know.

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