Aufweidersehen

Death stalks me. Relentless in his pursuit he embarks on the occasional odyssey – France, England, Germany, Australia; the country he approaches me in matters little – the corners are still dark and deceiving. He needs no plane ticket, no luggage and has no responsibilities. He has no loose ends, other than myself to have taken care of…and needs no Auschwitz to trap me. He hauls his long coat with the hollow remains of his slender frame. He appears fragile, as most ivory bones might be after an eternity. But appearances are deceiving. One can say he might be, quite possibly, more alive than I’ll ever be. His purpose, less surreal, dissimilar to my own. Seemingly lucky.