An old woman got on the bus
She smelled of opiates,
Opiates and butterscotch.
It was then I learned the scent of Death.
It was then Death and I became acquainted.
It was there that the woman dropped,
And Death stopped kindly for her
When no one else would.
When no one else would
He took her in his arms.
When no one else would
He cradled her injuries.
And when no one else could
He took away her pain.
– Sara Dombrosky
