An Abbreviated Coffin

Above all things I fear
An abbreviated coffin
A wooden womb with child
Oh my child, my child, my
Daughter, blood of my heart,
Breath of my lungs, my
Son, strength of my arms,
Life of my soul, my
Fear eclipses all smaller
Terrors, for what is a father
Shorn of children but a
God banished from his heaven,
Ruled by midnight’s lord?

 

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