Death

Death, merciful de-commissioning of a vessel outmoded
Can be seen as God's giddy summons, his restraint having run

    out

After such unnatural, unintended separation his arms are

    bursting to embrace his own

Finally tearing aside all barriers to a father's proper and tactile
    joy
          -- Michael Crowe



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