Death’s Not So Bad
Death passed me by
and gave me a nod,
a knowing nod;
you know the kind. Or maybe you don’t.
He was with Fate.
Out on the randan
no doubt. Of course
Fate blanked me but then we have history.
I nodded back
as you do and
didn’t look back
not even when I heard the cough behind me.
The tap on the shoulder
was harder to ignore.
“Excuse me,” he intoned,
in a voice best described as rich and chocolaty,
“I believe you dropped your wallet.”
©2023 Jim Murdoch All rights reserved.

Jim Murdoch is a Scottish writer and has been published sporadically for the last fifty years if you count the school magazine, and why wouldn’t you? He has poems scheduled to appear in forthcoming editions of Literary Cocktail Magazine, Poetry Scotland, Dreich, Dogwood Alchemy and Live Nude Poems. He lives in Cumbernauld with his wife and next door’s cat.

