Death Waiting
In the market. Can you see? Can you see?
White men, white horses, send servants to me,
Old merchants, old men, hiding in the crowds
all men seeing what they cannot outrun.
Now that my business in Bagdad is done
In the market, in the streets, you see me.
The young men, the rich men, all try to flee.
In the market, I am here, surprised
To see, that you would try to outrun me.
I do not stay, and I do not follow.
I don’t need to know where you come from.
Now that my business in Bagdad is done
I am the thing you can never outrun.
On the roads, on your horses, do you think
You won’t find me? Rich men, greedy men
Find me tonight in new marketplaces
Where I always knew, I would come for you.
On Earth, I saw you there, I see you here
Now that my business in Bagdad is done
And now you see you could never outrun
Your appointment with Death in Samarra.
