I Held Death


I Held Death
by Carl Josehart

I held death in my hands today
it was small
and hard
and heavy
Just weighty enough to convey its importance
and seriousness

It had eight chambers
each polished
and containing a messenger
ready to find its victim
and deliver him – on command
to death

I held death in my hands today
it contained power
but I did not feel powerful
it was sleek
but I did not feel sexy
it was heavy
and I strained under its weight
and felt sad
that so many cling to death
hoping it will spare their lives

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