Kneeling.
Offer this scythe,
Both hands.
You can do the reaping yourself.
I’ll kneel for you.
Neck,
Same height as hay.
Go on.
It’s okay.
Been waiting a very long time.
Years.
Decades.
Centuries.
Millennia.
It hardly matters to The Universe,
As not even a blip,
Of mortality.
Don’t matter at all.
I’ll kneel for you.
