Know Poem by Kenneth Cledera

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Death's end:
A veer to begin pain,
balloons out like a javelin,
from a babes' eye—it ran
followed by a scream,
red then dry,
loud and loud it went
as it endured:
two-hundred-and-eighty winters,
before the first of spring.

Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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