For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a human skull placed on top of an old book. To the left is an hourglass and to the right is a single smoldering candle in a glass candleholder.
Time has taken its toll on book and soul.
The candle has gone out
The egg timer no longer flows
The devil called with death on its tail
Its quota must be met.
Those dodgers of time must be caught
They’re messing with the universal vibration
Their presence is abhorrent
They make no attempt to cloak their actions
A slap in the face of the universal plan
Each story must be told as written
The hole in the net must be mended
For death to breathe a sigh of relief
For he too can die again…
© Anita Dawes 2021