Time 'O Death
I remember the day I died
orbed circles spinning o'er me,
permeating my ashened, closed lids.
I spoke....but noone could hear me.
And amid this passage, bizarre as it be
I did feel upon me a thousand smiles
of those i'd crossed paths with in difference.
I smiled back....but noone could see me.
I awoke to the clamor and chaos
of mortals in pale green gloves 'n gowns
operating machines of resurrection;
'Time o' death'... I heard someone ask.
I had died....but it wasn't my Time;
Someone please remove those cold quarters
from my eye-lids, thank you!
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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