What Has He Seen?
His eyes are wide,
His hair is stiff;
His mouth is open,
His tongue is dry.
His arms are still,
His fingers are numb;
His ankles are shackled,
His legs are frozen.
His spine is straight,
His brain is shot;
His heart is snuffed,
His will is severed.
He has seen Death,
And he hears him knocking
On the great wooden chamber door,
The threshold that divides
This realm from the next.
But he's not ready.
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