DEATH
The sound of silence fills the
the room as death hangs and lingers in the air
Its smell its taste and its feel
Wheezing and the coughing
And then sudden quiet fills the room
As the reaper comes, holds out his hand
As an invitation for what Spirit is waiting for
He feels the remaining threads that would hold
This man to the cruel earth, slowly he
Slices those few thin threads that
Remain he lifts the soul gently
And speaks soothing words as if to
A newborn child to stop the crying
And slowly floats away into the sky
-Alex Killen
The sound of silence fills the
the room as death hangs and lingers in the air
Its smell its taste and its feel
Wheezing and the coughing
And then sudden quiet fills the room
As the reaper comes, holds out his hand
As an invitation for what Spirit is waiting for
He feels the remaining threads that would hold
This man to the cruel earth, slowly he
Slices those few thin threads that
Remain he lifts the soul gently
And speaks soothing words as if to
A newborn child to stop the crying
And slowly floats away into the sky
-Alex Killen
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