Death In Autumn Poem by George Coomb

Death in autumn

(For Elkie Lee-Taylor 6/11/08)

In autumn
Frail like a fallen leaf
They took him.
Body veined with violence
Pinioned crucifixion
Like in a room
Used only for killing.
Could touches
Like a sinister hand.
Along shadowed corridors
Of time the desperate voice shrieks
“No, this is not the way! ”
Silence and waiting
Then, entrance to
Death’s refuge
Free at last.

George Coombs