Saturday, August 5, 2017

Sound

I imagine the sound of my muscles twitching
To be like that of a broken pull start mower.
It - pull
Just - pull
Won't - pull
Start.

And the mower
Is like the sputtering sound
Of my body trying desperately to cough
Finally kicking in
A loud, hacking boom.

I imagine the sound
That my wheelchair makes,
The soft click only audible to the dogs,
Will be the sound as I leave the Earth.
Only audible to those that matter
Silent to those that don't.

And the click will be the sound
Of Heaven's gate closing behind me?
Leaving the snakes with me
Or will they slither away?


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