A Personification of Death
We are now into the tenth month of the Donald Trump Cabal (not that he has the brains to conceive or run a cabal): strange times, watching for signs and portents. I ran into Death back stage a few months back. We did not have much to say to each other, which is odd considering the first book of poetry I ever put together was titled “For the Love of Death: the early years”. I guess it is true what they say “familiarity does breed contempt”.