DEATH CAME TO SEE ME IN HOT-PINK PANTS

Jamaica Gleaner - - YL: FEATURE -

Last night I dreamt that Death came to see me in hot-pink pants and match­ing waist­coat too. He was a beau­ti­ful black saga boy. Forc­ing open the small door of my wooden cage, he filled my frame of vi­sion with a broad white smile, and as he reached for my throat, the pink se­quins on his shoul­ders winked at me. Last night I dreamt that Death came to see me in hot-pink pants. He was a beau­ti­ful black saga boy and I hit him with a pol­ished staff of yel­low wood, and he went down. But as he reached for me once more, Laugh­ing, laugh­ing that saga boy laugh, I awoke, hold­ing my­self, un­able to breathe. How beau­ti­ful was Death in hot-pink pants and match­ing waist­coat too.

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