04-26-2016, 01:51 PM
Final moments
So this is death, delivered by bullets
in my back while I float in my pool.
Such a very strange feeling, dying.
Vivid too, yellow letters on the label,
a scarlet patch sewn on the canvas
in matching thread, which has lifted
a bit on one corner, and started to fray.
I guess it lasted just long enough.
Like a North Dakota sunset, before
the dark night of hunger, the cold,
the impossibly distant morning.
You were my sunrise each day
from the first time we met.
I built the world for you.
I’m leaving. This is real,
my final moment being
extracted. I’ve said
my last word.
Daisy.
The green light swims
towards me now.
Soon I’ll forget even you.
So this is death, delivered by bullets
in my back while I float in my pool.
Such a very strange feeling, dying.
Vivid too, yellow letters on the label,
a scarlet patch sewn on the canvas
in matching thread, which has lifted
a bit on one corner, and started to fray.
I guess it lasted just long enough.
Like a North Dakota sunset, before
the dark night of hunger, the cold,
the impossibly distant morning.
You were my sunrise each day
from the first time we met.
I built the world for you.
I’m leaving. This is real,
my final moment being
extracted. I’ve said
my last word.
Daisy.
The green light swims
towards me now.
Soon I’ll forget even you.