The Look of Death
Emory D. Jones
When I was flat on my back
In the Critical Care Unit,
I had a vision of deep dark
And a figure coming out of the fog.
Coweled Death slowly approached--
He stared into my face.
With skeletal grin
And cold breath on my face.
He reached boney hands
Toward me,
But then I heard,
“My Child.”
And I turned into
The warm light.
In the Critical Care Unit,
I had a vision of deep dark
And a figure coming out of the fog.
Coweled Death slowly approached--
He stared into my face.
With skeletal grin
And cold breath on my face.
He reached boney hands
Toward me,
But then I heard,
“My Child.”
And I turned into
The warm light.
Dr. Emory D. Jones is a retired English teacher who has taught in high school and in several community colleges. He has 424 credits including publication in such journals as Smokey Blue Literary and Arts Magazine, Stepping Stones Magazine, Belle Rêve Review, and Encore: Journal of the NFSPS. He is retired and lives in Luka, Mississippi with his wife, Glenda. They have two daughters and four grandchildren.