Death dropped by this afternoon,
having taken the form of a grinning skeletal burro
that I saw at the Mexican market,
wrapped in a colorful blanket,
sociable as always–
helping himself to tequila
and offering me a glass as if he were the host.
When I called him on it,
good-naturedly, as amigos do,
He said, “Don’t worry, ‘Manito.
You can do the same at my place
when you come
T. Allen Culpepper