the final stanza spoken
ended in due rhyme
There are thoughts
to be churned
wishes to attend
regrets to hurl to the wind
a heart to rend
and one dash of time
however its meter-measure
Drumbeat-driven march
bogged down with mud-thoughts
pictures and mementos
fresh-starched and sharp
left with nothing but hope
allow me to presume
I am dead from the nerves in
aorta pushing ice
through reluctant arteries
reins held tight on veins
Slipping out a choke-gasp
head and heart
held in iron grasp.
This swallower death
is neither cold, nor still;
it is awake, vivid, hot
like the angriest of tears
shed for no reason
kept close to the breast
to shatter one's chest
Diminishing the fight
takes second-hours
moment-years
the world is braided tight
knotted around each joint
sweeping it under the ashes
under shallow breaths
the loss of everything dear
the cloudier the vision
the more this death
runs bloody clear.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
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