woensdag 10 februari 2010

harold pinter - death my be aging (2005)

Death may be aging
But he still has clout

But death disarms you
With his limped light

And he's so crafty
That you don't know at all

Where he awaits you
To seduce your will
And to strip you naked
As you dress to kill

But death permits you
To arrange your hours

While he sucks the honey
from your lovely flowers