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Reapers Convene (RichardHigley) Wk - 1

Reapers Convene

I've heard that what's above this plane,

Is also seen below. I wonder, may I speculate,

Extrapolate, imagine something more?

In the world that we can see, no one can do it all.

Though in a pinch I'll try my hand beyond

My comfort zone.

If life's below and death above,

Then what seems true to me, is agents of that

Grimmer place have knacks and specialize.

One wonders at the learning curve the reapers

Have to climb, a flat instinctive grasp of all

Or tedious uphill slog.

Will Death hang with it's mark for long? Are some

Just smash and grab? Do the grims feel hot remorse

At all or feel it's, "Job well done."

There's sickness, murder, accident, sometimes they

Choose to mix and match how best the end should come.

Sometimes they're watchers in the hall,

On walls and fields afar.

I've felt the touch of cold, dry hands,

That chilled my beating heart, but dodged the

Grasp of that foul end.

At least I have for now.