Today I saw Death come riding by,
On dress parade through the sky.
With helm of ivory and cloak of fine bleached silk,
He rode a giant stallion that was as white as milk,
On his way to free some poor soul from the bonds of life and earth,
To which he had been fettered since the night time of his birth.
© Karl Stuart Kline
excerpted from from my book, “Going Without Peggy”