Thomas W Case

Death is Stalking Me

Death is stalking me.
It watches me play cards,
smoke cigarettes, and
drink beer.
It took my parents, two
brothers, and all my friends.
It got Chris last week.
20 bottles of whiskey in
seven days, I suppose that
would kill anyone.
They found him on the
railroad tracks.
Death is stalking me.
I won\'t cheat it.
I won\'t escape it;
but before it gets me,
I bet I finish
this poem.