Billy Collins Quote

Is Death miles away from this house,Reaching for a window in CincinnatiOr breathing down the neck of a lost hikerIn British Columbia?Is he too busy making arrangments, Tampering with air brakes, Scattering cancer cells like seeds,Loosening the wooden breams of roller coasterTo both with my hidden cottageThat visitors find so hard to find?Or if he stepping from a black carParked at the dark end of the lane, Shaking open the familiar cloak,Its hood raised like the head of a crow,And removing the scythe from the trunk?