Pending Death

A pending death

Is more than just a test

Watching through glass doors, sheets heave up and down

Monitors beep flashing red, and a momentary flat-line.

Bodies fill the room encompassing her bed

Telling stories of old, grim faces, smiling faces

Watching death foretold

In the distance monitors shriek, a woman is wheeled past with no signs of life

A nurse flits about with a food tray held high as if she is a Maitre d’

Death is not hungry, though wants to consume a soul

Going down without a fight isn’t an option

Soon a nurse comes in with a needle filled with a concoction.

We knew it was going to happen, but staring death in the face is ugly

Waiting in the lobby other patients’ family members

Wait with wide eyes, downturned lips, and a silent voice

Are they waiting on what we’re waiting for, a pending death?

*Revised Version

A pending death is more than just a test.
Watching through glass door, sheets heave up and down
Monitors beep, flashing red, and a momentary flat line.

Bodies fill the room encompassing her bed, telling stories of old.
Grim faces, smiling faces, crows cawing in the distance,
one beating its beak against her window. The sky a watery grey, bleak, and cold.
In the distance monitors shriek, a woman is wheeled pass with no signs of life.

A nurse flits about with a food tray held high as if she is a Maitre ‘d.
Death is not hungry though wants to devour a soul.
Going down without a fight isn’t an option!
Soon a nurse comes in with a needle filled with a deadly concoction.

Staring death in the face is ugly…
Waiting in the lobby other patients’ family members,
waiting with wide eyes, down turned lips and a silent voice.
Are they waiting on what we’re waiting for, a pending death?

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