I watch myself dying, toe by toe.
I wiggle and wiggle.
Every day it takes longer
To get feeling back.
I watch myself dying, nerve by nerve.
The tingles and pains,
Each week, move further.
At least I feel them.
I watch myself dying, wheeze by wheeze.
Pain by pain, step by step,
Minute by minute,
Chill by chill, bite by bite.
But, in the moments between,
When a squirrel peeks at me from
Behind a bole in its tree,
Or a child smiles at me shyly,
Friends laugh together,
The sun shines through clouds,
In these moments the world
Grants me joy, reprieve,
Happiness and the gifts
All humans are given.
Life is terminal.
For now, I'm still here.
She was the kind of person who tried to stock goodness for a rainy day, As if she believed she'd need lots extra for some personal holocaust of evilness in her final days, Or worried about an accidental changing of her ways that would strike thousands dead And she needed to pre-compensate by saving their souls times a power of ten.
She took the Boy Scout motto to unreasonable heights when it came to afterlife insurance.But she wasn't trying to be paid for eternity, And she wasn't paying past due bills with love. I would have liked to know what her Nemesis was doing to make her work so hard when she was dying,Already sure of her destination.
I watch myself dying, toe by toe.
