Death Is Birth Poem by Christopher Cariad

Death Is Birth



Your last breath
and here we are.
The funeral home
where we stand over your dead corpse.
Wallowing in sorrow.
The preacher cries out and sings
this is not the end but the very beginning.
You have now exited your mothers womb
and are now in your fathers hands.

Sunday, August 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life and death,religious
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