It walks in the night
when life takes its first breath.
It flies over blue and pink cribs
smiling down into their faces.
when fumbling words finally make sense
It is cloaked in black, invisible smoke.
Its aroma wines in the air
when toddlers take their first steps
in that opportune moment of bliss.
It sits at the table
glaring over Its newspaper
when children eat their first whole meal.
When they walk to school
It watches and waits silently.
Swing one Swing two
on the monkey bars
It waits to catch them as they fall.
It stares at the glass bottle
with thoughtful eyes
when they take their first sip
of old natives’ fire-water.
It wisps through the air overhead
when preteens fall in bed.
It calls on Fear to shake the night
when innocent pranks
turn into acts of spite.
It cringes at love’s first kiss
and smiles at first love’s heartbreak bliss.
when love turns to lust
It waits prudently keeping score.
while It creeps through the back door
Singing beneath the moon
pray tell it will see them soon.
It reminds them of Its presence
with a black finger
over their parents’ heads.
Drop one Drop two
When they say, “I do”
It implies, “Me, too.”
It clings over their heirs’ hair
breathing smoke into their lungs.
It smiles as they cry
and lingers as they die alive.
when family crowds around that dreaded white bed
when that IV steadily beats
the doctor speaks of recovery.
when that face reads: “Better today,”
and smiles in comfort and peace.
That is when
He dawns on them at night
like a pillar of relief.
He clouds the room there
with hope and delight
He fills the air
that is when they forget It lurks about.
With feelings too hard to fight
comforting their sin
while their souls He burns in.
when they lie asleep at night
and thoughts leave their head.
when they close their eyes tight
they no longer find their will to fight.
Then It strikes!
Now that’s Death at His height.