When Cold Visitor Comes. Poem by Tony Adah

When Cold Visitor Comes.



When the visitor comes
And lays his cold hands upon you
All munitions are down
Power finds a hole
Hidden in a scabbard
The strong wail under the
Cloud of despair.
Mourners' duty a bucket
Of tears to bathe
He begone deaf, blind
Turns back no more to see
The deceit of man.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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