Timor Mortis by Joseph Bottum | Articles

Death is the night watch The waiter, the wanter Death is the break The wake of the sleeping	death is the waker, the watcher of sleep. death is the breaker, the waking of sleep.
Down in the hole Down in the hole The frost on his fingers The blood of the sparrows	the creaker is turning. he starts up awake. cracks in his yearning. streaks on his face.
The flinch of the doe The twitch of the owl Death is the sudden The shudder, the stutter	as she drinks at the river, the flutter of mice: shrill in the shiver, the stand-still of night.
Down in the hole The belly, the bone-home Down in the hole The clutch of the bellman	the hunger is calling, the empty of earth. the sleeper is falling: the caller to church.
Death is the night watch The waiter, the wanter Death is the break The wake of the sleeping	death is the waker, the watcher of sleep. death is the breaker, the waking of sleep.

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