THE ABSENCE

The old childhood fear

in a middle-aged man's heart,

the old words

in a middle-aged man's thoughts:

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

If I should die before I 'wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

But no warm mother's hand

to reach for in the dark,

no celestial being in the firmament

to hope to save him from the void.

The sleep is the foyer

of death, and

in the morning's resurrection

he knows his fate.

13.01.2019