Robert Graves. (№ 291696)

When I arrived to her
The grass was shiny smooth
Just breezed the breeze,
And the jokes were to the point,
Pictures on the wall
Hung on a string,
Everything was neat.
It in the Ledger
Crossed out numbers
Ending account
Curls on the temples
And nail Polish on black shoes
Everything was neat.
<...>
Death, poring over the account
I didn't notice
It is important was the result -
That was neat.
<...>
Frozen, I stood,
Not in forces to utter words,
Neither to laugh out loud
No hiss, no touch
Her elbow,
To attract the attention.
Everything was going normal speed,
And I can say:
Everything was neat.