Romeo, Oh Romeo, Juliet My Juliet Poem by Ted Sheridan

The first few days of your death
begin to sink in, just about the time
you start to think.... maybe this is nothing
more than a very silly dream
or a new virtual reality series about me
....complete with creepy crawly things
and a very bad case of halitosis___

The first few days of your death
your breath isn't the only thing that stinks
your bowels bloat and your bladder floats
around your belling in a search for land
the skin on your extremities loosens
as your eyes sink into your gelled filled head
and the wound...which you carved
in your chest isn't healing___

That's when you find your starting to believe
all those people who had said
'It is too late for goodbyes, when you're dead....'