I woke in a place that was dark <br />The air was spicy and still <br />I was bandaged from head to foot <br />The morning that death was killed. <br /> <br />I rose from a mattress of stone <br />I folded my clothes on the sill <br />I heard the door rolling open <br />The morning that death was killed. <br /> <br />I walked alone in the garden <br />The birds in the branches trilled <br />It felt like a new beginning <br />The morning that death was killed. <br /> <br />Mary, she came there to find me <br />Peter with wonder was filled <br />And John came running and jumping <br />The morning that death was killed. <br /> <br />My friends were lost in amazement <br />My father, I knew, was thrilled <br />Things were never the same again <br />After the morning that death was killed.<br /><br />Steve Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-that-death-was-killed/
