Here is a
poem (for the students at the UNCP)
I did especially for you, with a beginning and end, I call it “Wounded by
Death” (we must remember, a poem is a short
condensed story):
Wounded by Death
Death comes
sometimes right in front of you,
Sits down
right beside you!
You hoot and
holler at Death!
Your throat
clicks, tightens,
It begs for
breath…
Only to find
out, what death says
Is correct:
“I’m not here
for you, —be silent!
I have come
for her…”
Thus, that
tight throat
That was
begging for breath,
That was
twitching,
Now is at
rest.
Death
proceeds around you
Yet, you know
it will be soon:
The years of
your age,
Your heart,
perhaps cancer—
Death knows,
that you know
He will not
abandon you!
#3341 (5-5-2012)
