The Grim Reaper.

The precursor of the white ghost
dawdles with the sickle in his hand
His foot in the head
his heart in the hearth
his lips
erupt in a mirth
a smirk?
a scrawl
of his bony index
just a scrawl,
the decree
of someone’s life untold
the cold
foretold.

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