they crowd the street corners

line the sidewalks

talking shouting carrying signs

it’s coming watch don’t wait

do something now

death laughs and says

I’m here with you in every moment

dressed in a pinstriped suit

slouching by in that torn coat

waving from the passing car

the red jam on your plate

will be your blood

the coffee left in your cup

your grave’s mud

until then we dance

you thinking you lead

but the skeletal beat and timed out thrum

give lie to this for you know

you have always known

the two step has to end