All the principal characters were there.
Death with his fine black carriage
Commanded by his yellow fingernail.
His pal the Devil with the applejack
Tucked in a stroller, his wife Joan of Arc
With midnight blue lipstick.
Adam and Eve, no longer nudists
In the mountains of California.
It was going to be a real blow out.
The house in a strand of dead
Trees up an impossible hill. Nobody knows
Who owns the place – the host a friend
Of a friend who couldn’t make it. In fact,
After the chime of the doorbell dies,
Even the crows took off.
No lights in the windows.
Just a bunch of strangers in their best rags
With a long silent drive home.
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