There are days when death is not one
But a wrangling committee
Including three gods, a dog,
A backtracking algorithm that squints
And something that looks like an abacus
With an indefinite number of legs.
Libitina, once the Goddess of Corpses
But now of Corners, due to a misprint,
Is a non-voting member. Of them all
She is only one who, if I asked,
Might give me a lift back home.
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