The first time he read the poem by Dylan Thomas, Death
Was irritated. "And Death shall have no dominion"
indeed!
Death knows that, though he takes all things away
There are things he cannot take. Still, he believes
He will always have some dominion, be it only
The size of Monaco (not Monaco, though; he dislikes Monaco).
Over time, though, Thomas' words grew on him.
He'd intone them solemnly when he scrambled eggs
Pausing dramatically after his name and then booming out
"Shall have no dominion." Souls, new startled
from their bodies
Would be told that they’d be one with the man in the wind
And the west moon. Not recognizing the quote, bare souls
Would find themselves unsettled by the possibility
That Death was off his rocker. "They be mad," he'd
say
"And dead as nails" and his voice dark music
The trees stretched and bent themselves to hear.
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