The Slow Happy Death Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Slow Happy Death
what he is watching
slowly
kills him, bit by bit,
shred by shred
at first his voice was taken
then his feet
his mind
his emotions
lastly his hands
but his eyes keep on watching
and they are the ones taking
all the joys
his mind did not bother
they will all be taken
in slow but happy death
the emotions calm down like
a storm fading
forming a spread of silk
in that far ocean
quiet.
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