Death's Finger
Death’s finger points - not now –
but when. Scans the crowd
claiming some at start of day
letting others in twilight linger.
Caring not for kith and kin
nor hearts or spirits broken
Death points an icy finger
claims - another token.
Draws the life from all who love
with passionless disdain.
Death points and in his taking
is numb to dying’s pain.
Death’s finger points, unwavering,
no thoughts of grace – or sin,
Death points and sheds a dripless tear
perhaps his job is killing him.
John G. Lawless
11/15/08
submitted to - The Life of Death - Poetry Contest
sponsor - Anthony Slausen
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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