Thursday, 15 January 2009


When I come to the last door,
Which of you will come
With me? I said.

I will come with you
Right to the threshold, and kiss you there,
Said Family.

I, said Wealth, will come near,
Up to the entry.

Good Works, I said, will you come?
I am too bloated, he said,
For that small entry.

Flung on my knees, I cried,
Mercy, none will go with me.
At my call
Ready to go with me
Was Mercy.

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