Death comes
In a kaleidoscope coat
He comes in red and mops
The blood
From your punctured gut
He comes in white and gives
You one final breath of life
Before the tumour takes control
He comes in grey and puffs
A cigarillo
In the corner
He comes in green
To watch you
Eaten, by God knows what
He comes in blue
And pumps your lungs
Of ocean spray
He comes in pink
For the newborn
Purple for the bourgeoisie
He comes in yellow, prods
A finger at your bloated belly
Starved
And at the end
He'll come in black
He'll come in black
He comes in black
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