Death’s Stealth

Death comes in the night

slips in the door

tip-toes to the bed

lays a kiss on the forehead

 

There is silence

movement has ceased

pain fades

with exhalation of last breath

 

That is cancer’s conclusion

the hoped for crusade ends

in a final gasp of air

thus rest comes

 

in the quiet of death

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