Death In Clover

Poem By Herbert Nehrlich

He rested in a field of clover
when death came down and looked him over.
The clover made him look light green
which is exactly the right sheen
that qualifies for the beyond
but Death bestowed a reprimand
since it had many on its plate
you see it flies from state to state
and gathers up with spindly arms
from battlefields and lonely farms
the ones whose tickers have been stopped
this season though their number topped
a record never seen before
and the reports foreshadowed more.

And, on that day, not far from Dover
exhausted, in a field of clover
the soldier saw old Death arrive
though filled with hope and still alive
he pleaded with the skinny Reaper
who said 'All life is getting cheaper.'
Then took his blood stained Reaper's scythe
and cut. Another soul's good-bye.

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