Death’s hands

by Jolyn Low

Today you were cradled in my frail arms
for the first time and for the last that you will
be encapsulated in another's fleeting embrace

My hands they hold you close but ever so sinisterly,
too close. They restrain you and fool you with their security.
I wish that you understood why they had to, 
it is for your own good, that is what we say.

But there are the feelings of grief arising inside,
when your heartbeat fades so close to mine;
When you wear the devil's gloves for a moment,
and take away what is a life.