1948 Seems Like Yesterday - Poem by Ted Sheridan
I look down upon the remains of my life,
lying like so much meat, on a stainless steel table
covered with a three hundred and sixty thread
white Egyptian cotton sheet.
My arms cross folded across eternity;
the smell of formaldehyde intercedes
with what seemed for the moment
like the perfect dream…..
2008 © on the eve of my 60th year
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