Death Minor - 13 & God

There is no fashion to decay

No weirding way

You might have a day and D E A

Or thirty

Or fifty

You’re just another sound

Stopping in a major city

Have you ever been a sun dial?

Told time on your own?

Been a jar of lightning?

A circular stone?

You simply let your shadow

And there it ticks

Invention’s open mouth

Where your negative sits

Death is a solver with plans (?)

No more water left to any other bridge

Hey writer,

I don’t like your stories