He’s so kind,

that Doctor Death.

Delivering one patient

at a time

with his sharp needles

to the sweet arms of Morpheus.

As the body is rowed

across the River Styx,

the relatives cry and

clutch their pocket books.

Crying in relief as

the dirt hits the coffin.

Their responsibilities

over, they can

go comfortably

back to their lives

and wait their turn

for smiling,

Dr. Death.