Death
Death
Death is a nighttime gondola ride
You have to take
You can't turn around
To see the face of the gondolier
You know only that
He wears white and black
And won't speak to you
You're in a part of the city where
No one lives
The water is green and soft
You trail your hand in it
Indistinguishable from air
The only sound is the lapping of the water
And the dip of the dripping oar
The coin with which you'll pay him
Is in your mouth
A lozenge that won't melt
You're not to touch it
When you get to wherever it is
He is taking you
You're to give it to him
With the coldest kiss