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DEATH?

		The hour of darkness is near at hand
		The cold night air blows a warning
		From out of the night a whistle screams
		And the earth erupts in light

		He sits huddled in his shell crater	
		Cool rain drizzles in about him
		The mud oozes around his feet
		A bug bites and crawls down his neck

		The moon is full in a cloudless sky
		A soft warm breeze wafts her curtains
		She sits on her bed thinking
		His picture clutched in her hands

		From out of the night a whistle screamed
		And earth erupted in light
		The mud oozed to new depths in the crater
		And the bug looked for something new to bite

		The moon is no longer full behind a clouded sky
		A cooler breeze moves her curtains
		She sits on her bed thinking
		And a tear falls on his picture

		The hour of darkness has come and gone
		An afternoon sun is low in a cloudy sky
		She stands, hands clasped, and weeps
		He is here, but he is no more

		She is gone now
		And all the people and the noise
		They have all gone away
		And will return no more

		I am glad that they have gone
		For at last I am alone
		The earth smells fresh and cool
		And I have found peace at last

		The racing is over now
		I have no more worry or fear
		All that was left long ago
		And I am no longer concerned

		The sound and the fuss have ended
		They will bother me no more
		The darkness grows and I am alone
		And for the first time I know peace

		And now He comes
		I can feel His presence
		I do not fear him
		I just wonder about him

		Why has He come for me
		What have I done to call Him
		Is this just a dream
		Or is He really here for me

		It seems so strange
		I do not feel any different
		I can still think and feel
		And yet I know that He is here

		We are going now
		It is not as I thought it would be
		There is no cold, no pain
		There is only Him and me and peace

		The way is dark and long
		We do not speak, just walk
		The road is smooth, free of stones
		And at the end is light


	(C) 1969, 2009 B. E. Parks
	All Rights Reserved							Senti   Poem
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