If Death Were a Man

If death were a man
he would take me
to his garage workshop
teach me how to properly use
a hammer, a screwdriver and power tools

If death were a man
we would play poker all night
drink beer and smoke cigars
I would learn to spit, belch and fart

If death were a man
he would stretch out his
work calloused hand
and holding mine

lead me down the aisles
of Mennards and Home Depot
until we come to the spiral staircase
he built just for me

If death were a man
he would guide me up the steps
and with a loving pat on my rear
send me on my way

If death were a man