Death by Alan Britt

Death
is a pale
moth
sniffing
yellow
to purple;
alas,
an epiphany
occurs
on a
short walk
to retrieve
plastic
garbage cans.

Actually,
death
is a full-blown
avocado
posing
stark naked
as a parking attendant,
fully incognito,
at the annual
Archangel ’s
drunken
holiday ball.