If– - Poem by Daniel Nairn
If–death–is such a good thing, then–
Why do people go horribly wrong before
They can't move
Their speech mumbles
Slobber and drool and pee
Skin ugly with wrinkles
Not to mention the drooping face
And a mind darkened by thoughts of
Bodily functions ceasing.
Why must they go through torture before rest? And–is it rest–they head toward? What if it
God, don't put him through this!
He'll suffer in HELL later–anyway.
Must I watch him
Must she live with
Must he live in
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