Black

   Deaths Knocking at your Door.

Banging& Clamoring to get in. You wonder who has the nerve to be banging on your door, disturbing your late night binge of  favorite shows.  Begging and banging on your black painted door for you 2 comply and let him in.  "Why are you here? Who are you? Don't you understand its super late this Peaceful night ,"Ahh Sir, Its me Death, you see..."

 Deaths voice, silently sharp, barely audible and instantly sobering, 

"I saw your Black Box on your social media sights and your BLM sign on your once busy prosperous store. I wish to talk with you face to face and not thru this door. You see I'm here over our contract." There was a long silence as you realized some idiot calling themselves "Death" was waiting for your reply. "Contract? Is this a joke?..no response... uh, uh yes, you see I'm in with the current movement of the times. I'm hip, im good right? You can leave?- Your response. (Maybe it was some nutty protestor banging on the door you quickly self confide) you respond in disbelief as not understanding why "Death" was bothering you, why was this mythically named claiming maniac wanting to bother you!?, have you not complied and flowed with the mass hysterical tidal wave of guilt and mindless actions.  Have you not been an upstanding citizen sitter? A persistent mob follower? Have you not behaved blindly? and believed every word from every news report never to bother or verify statistics? Haven't you always been right on the side of a possible wrong never truly carring.  Your mind raced as time felt like the last few sands dropping in the hour glass for some odd reason the very air to your lungs starting to feel like a person with that damn Virus.  Short, strained and unattainable. Out of curiosity while ignoring the wave of encroaching icy fear, you open the door. To your surprise it was not an Anarchist or a Protestor/Rioter yet a handsome almost feminine looking man. His attraction has you paralized like a fish looking at those deep sea creatures glowing light. His hair perfect and slick, the skin almost translucent with out a blemish.
" I knew you would understand, now let me explain"-

"Yes, you have showed support for my cause ,-Deaths response sounded like a robotically well hearse of a ramble, well repeated in a bored fashion he looked at his perfect nails and hand briefly while speaking in a shallow tone-" but your mostly white, your Americanly rich, and have lived on your fat arse far to long, all my contracts sound as suprised as you."  "Don't worry my boy there's no shame, they glut them selves on hours of entertainment, like you, they don't realize that my debts are always outstanding and are personally paid."  "So bad sir, I'm knocking at your door at for me an early hour of the night, for my current mass collection is just beginning  Bad Sir, where were you? when the Statues Fell, the cities burned and the mass debts where collected? Home? I was happily working to grow rich. You see I'm no different from you, I want to be successful in my Business.  Oh  I am , Do you think your silly outward compliance, after all, many people put the same adornments on shops in Old Germany, many showed solidarity, in mass popularity, hoping to be left alone,  hoping I would leave them be. "

 "Sir, its not so, they failed to understand. Im a business man like you, and death is my business. "Hitler and his Brown Shirts, his soldiers all worked for me, Stalin and his Black Shirts and soldiers of solidarity , Mao and so many others currently and past all worked and are working for me. " Now he was excited, he smiled in greed.  "They sold millions apon millions of contracts my star employees atleast worth an honorable mention. They deserve atleast that id say, you my friend , you advertised for me! So I gave you extra time for our contract-You unwittingly signed. " Most are like you, they all fell for my centuries old sales pitch." Like a chesire cat he mencingly  grinned and his coal eyes twinkled. Like those poor fish your speechless, bewildered. Lost for words, peacefully paralyzed, uncomfortably sedated.  "Im here  now in the flesh,  pay what you owe , for in my modern Black New Deal , No Lives Matter-"