"Becoming Death" I think of your face; It is on your last day, Head, bald, Air struggling To get out more than in. Rattling--stop--rattling. Last breath... not yet. You have become Genderless As well as ageless. But, you are unmistakably old, And so tired. Quivering lips upward Perhaps starting to smile, And a single tear swelling In the corner of your life. Author's note: It was 1995, two years after my mother had died from lung cancer at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York City....
Becoming Death (after Richard Avedon's photography of his father)
The Huffington Post - 31 Jul 2015 21:20
"Becoming Death" I think of your face; It is on your last day, Head, bald, Air struggling To get out more than in. Rattling--stop--rattling. Last breath... not yet. You have become Genderless As well as ageless. But, you are unmistakably old, And so tired. Quivering lips upward Perhaps starting to smile, And a single tear swelling In the corner of your life. Author's note: It was 1995, two years after my mother had died from lung cancer at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York City....
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