The man said to himself
as he went out the door,
"I'm going where you demons,
can't follow me no more!"
The runner took that step
in the very last mile,
The sun went blazing hot,
and his heart ran wild.
Langston Hughes once called Death:
"The Consorting Whore".
She dallied with the runner,
and the man at the door.
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Very nice tribute, as always.
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