The Ferryman of the River of Death
I saw the Ferryman of the river of death on the other side. He winked at me.
I asked why you were making faces there.
”Hahaha, it’s not your turn yet”!
”What a joker we got,” I thought to myself.
”Yes, I have a good sense of humor, but all the people are not on the same wavelength.”
”Smell the shit!”
”Had to because that’s where the wind is coming from,” Ferryman said, disappearing from my sight.
Fuck, he senses even the thoughts.
”Yep,” he echoed from a distance.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-01-27
The Extra Information
Information on ”haista paska (smell the shit)”. It is used somehow like ”fuck you.”
Once about Me
Did you know that once, I was a little like the Ferryman?
I saw archeologists digging the ruins of old houses with their little spades.
I shouted to them:
”Have you already found the worms?”
”Smell the shit,” one of them responded to me.
”I had to because that’s where the wind is coming from,” I happily said, stopping the conversation. Yes, the silence fell over us.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-01-27
