Gardener:
Sir, I encountered Death
Just now among our roses
Thin as a scythe he stood there.

I knew him by his pictures
He had on his black coat
Black gloves, and a broad black hat.

I think he would have spoken
Seeing his mouth stood open
Big it was, with white teeth.

As soon as he beckoned, I ran.
I ran until I found you.
Sir, I’m quitting my job.

I want to see my sons
Once more before I die.
I want to see California.

Master:
Sir, you must be that stranger
Who threatened my gardener.
This is my property, sir.

I welcome only friends here.

Death:
Sir, I knew your father.
And we were friends in the end.

As for your gardener,
I did not threaten him.
Old men mistake my gestures.

I only meant to ask him
To show me to his master.
I take it you are he?