An Immeasurable Chord Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flashing red lights taking time to escort this person into
a darkness of temporary death, behind the black curtains
where only God is waiting for some.

Flying, soaring, taking skyways into portions of heaven
that've opened once again in moments of time and measures
of rhythms, completing an invisible cycle.

Tapping out motions as they rise and fall in an immeasurable
chord of death, wanting to run away, a train that will take
this poet quietly into an atmosphere of agility and purpose
that will be never-ending.