Birth and Death on Vacation by the Shore of the Mediterranean Sea
At a table for three,
By the shore of the Mediterranean Sea,
Under an umbrella,
Sipping Campari on the rocks,
Listening to the waves,
After a particularly busy season,
Birth and Death
Sit together in conversation.
“You see, it’s like this,”
“You bring them in
And I take them out,
We merely provide the entrances and exits.”
“But it’s Life that kills them,” Birth replied.
“Is it any wonder that Life’s not here?
He has no time for a vacation,
He’s too busy grinding victims.”
“Suffering is all Life’s fault.”
On this they did agree
And they clinked their glasses in cheer,
Feeling good about their work
As the soft sea wind cooled their heels.
by Frank Giorno
Originally published in Arrivederci! Plastic-Covered Couch, (Lyricalmyrical Press, 2008.)
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