Death comes to me in the guise
Of an old friend who long ago
Traveled beyond but now
Has returned seeking
A means of ingress
It's his apartment really
That we have barricaded
Ourselves inside
Plushly furnished yet
Fearfully we hide
By the service entrance
By what right I wonder
Having renounced
Our friendship besides
Such intimacy we can't abide
So it is we have drawn
These false boundary lines
Hoping to segregate
Those of us still clinging to life
From all those who have died
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