OUR body is our doom, a place of death, A binding chain that holds us here beneath, A sickness of the soul, a burden sent By Fate to be our test and punishment. But when it leaves the limbs, death's bondage riven The soul escapes to God and reaches heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |