The Angel of Death Listens to a Woman Pleading For Her Life, Jean Jones poetry

“Please master, not me. I have only this typewriter left,
It is my God. Don’t take me.” The angel of death
Yawns as the woman lets out another scream, prostrating
Herself underneath the great wings of the angel of death.
The woman is kissing the angel of death’s feet. She
Looks up at the blank eyes of the angel of death.
Her hair is turning white. All her hair is drying up,
For even her body knows what time it is. Her voice
Shrinks to a law cackle and with what breath left
She wheezes, “I only wanted to write.” The angel of
Death calmly opens her jaws and swallows the head of the
Woman whole.

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