Last Cradle Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Last Cradle



The footsteps of darkness,
approach from behind

On death's quiet tiptoes,
to shadow and find

Once shoulder to shoulder,
the clock starts to stop

The future detaching
—last cradle unrocked

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2019)

Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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