Death Wears a Hat

By R James Sennett Jr


while working.
Blocked,
creased,
jaunty;
worn with flair.
So much so, you never notice.
But fits in with all the hubbub
and hoi polloi.
Patrolling the streets
smiling.
Looking for treats.
The easy fruit.
Say hello
but keep walking.

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