Feb 2004
No. 9
Death Conspires
by Jason Crawford, MSIV; University of Arizona
You, Death,
conspire to wrest this breath.
Your invisible, ancient force,
manifest as fleshy uncus,
insidious pressure upon our
man's secure medulla.
Your hand, ethereal, disconnects
respiration.
Slow, sinister, catching breath --
Intermittent
Narrow
Smooth -- Expiration
Vacuous escape through
immobile eyes.
You, Death,
move ever onward.
- Memory of H.M.