Death Rattle
I sometimes hear things
That remind me of your last breaths-
Fast and continuous, like a sprinter
Trying to finish a course before running down:
The endurance even of human frailty is astounding.
I tell myself that life is a casualty experience at best;
Your death is but one of hundreds, thousands, billions..
And I have to wonder what keeps the world from completely
Filling up with those last hyperventilations
Till there's no room left on any continent
The atmosphere stretched taut like a greenhouse balloon
So that it implodes from the inside out, the skin torn
And the hollowed-out eyes raining down.
RAJ NANDY
Having heard the death rattle of my dear mother for a few days prior to her death , I had wrtten a poem on the same subject in 'poemhunter' ! Thanks for sharing ! -Raj
Having heard the death rattle of my dear mother for a few days prior to her death , I had wrtten a poem on the same subject in 'poemhunter' ! Thanks for sharing ! -Raj
The haunted words of an eye-witness to a loved ones death...those final breaths will live somewhere in your consciousness forever and they will ,in their own way, add to your understanding of life. Nice write.