Something Will Meet You

It won’t be the death of you.
The death of you will be death,
A usual kind of death,

Bullet or aneurysm,
Cancer or car accident,
Something or other like that.

But, avoid death long enough,
And coming home late one night,
Something else may meet you, shape

You won’t be able to name,
Only sense its urgency
As it stops you and extends

Something like a gift to you,
Could be a weapon or tool,
A knife, a large, bloodied tooth,

A glare of red in the dark
You might mistake for sunset,
Except that it won’t leave you.