Transformation 14: A stupid poem

Per Xurri

Walking down the lane
Two men, one with a cane.

Looking severe, they meet
Over the sound of their feet.

Words can barely be heard
When, fingering his beard,

and thinking loud, one says:
-looking far, his eyes away-

“As soon as you start to breath,
You know all about your death.

No doubt, this is why
Sweet babies want to cry”

The thin turns round in grieve
Saying he cannot believe,

The tall one stops again
And his theory explains:

“It is death, what’s to be dread,
its smell all over spread.

Babies know this, thus they scare
when they feel it in the air”·

“But this is just for a while
They get used, and then, smile.”