Death can be so lazy at times Our purpose he took many months Claiming a lady nobody knew Attracted him for years more than Her sisters much riper in All things a man wants. Although She cried from time to time he had His hand early on her breast, None saw a lamb under the paw Of a leopard, so filled with flesh From the forest, it played With a pet dish as a spoilt child Does before his mother. And not Until she had learnt to breathe Again with everybody believing The leopard had gone back Into the bush did he turn And take her piece by piece, As a cob of corn is picked Between thumbs, in the end Her eyes that refused to close In death threw a green suffused light Upon the bare pole of her body, Asking: 'Who now will he take?'