Dorothy and Death

But Dorothy fought with him again;

for an offence that was never made-

He wondered.

He scaled, he slipped, he winked, he slept;

Tired, helpless, like he was gullivered-

But Dorothy denied.

Dorothy, hidden, and going helter skelter, punching into a ditch;

Splashes the soil around, and ruining his soul-

For he is, now, dead.