I watch with macabre wonder
the effects of that final sedation
the stiff form turn from body I have known
to marble I have not
the breath taking its final odyssey from the lungs
collapsing the tent of sternum with its departure
Meanwhile, stirring within me
As we gather to watch oblivion undertake our beloved
my body begins betraying
as so often, it arises,
existing so full of life
is to feel so close to death
