The Day the Music Died

by Wade Christian

''Holy Lord,'' Death gasped,
spotting the iPod
in his victim's sweaty palm,
fingers curled around
the fingerprint smudged
carapace of the black device
like a dead spider's legs.

''It's the limited edition
Star Wars version
with the little Darth Vader helmet
on the front,'' Death gleefully
squealed as he examined
the electronic status symbol
more closely.

His eyeless sight
drifted to the backlit screen.
The scrolling text read
''Knockin' on Heaven's Door.''
''Ah, the irony,'' Death laughed,
''or would it just be coincidence?''
As he ran his printless fingers
over the dial he thought,
Wait until Envy sees this.

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