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THE IMAGE OF DEATH

THE IMAGE OF DEATH
There were some people who gave me
my love to live, and then they went.
The look at their faces was joy.
No wonder glee has disappeared.

I saw them in my early youth
in that old house, where l was young.
At that tme, l did not know death.
How could my life be but full mirth?

What are you, death, but a fierce foe?
You took my parents and that girl,
my younger sister, who was there.
With her my childhood was great cheer.

What can you be , death, but that face,
which you are fond to print on feasts.
We see it and joy is destroyed.
Young age erased it in that house.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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