“Death” A Poem

This was written during my long-forgotten melodramatic-poet days, circa 1997. No, I was not good at poetry. Go ahead and mock this anyway.

Death

It is a well known fact,
By the night the cat
Will land eight times
Before it meets Death
Regardless of its many crimes.

Seven centuries ago,
An exotic disease came,
Killed every doe,
And every dame.
The Black Death, they called it.

The small pox, next.
The flu killed millions in the century next.
Now we have AIDS.
What will destroy Man?
I hope it’s not a mass murderer named Dan.

The cat will survive.
The fish just need to dive.
A nuclear winter,
The grayest skies ever,
May kill humanity forever.