Some unfortunate souls, moan all the way to the pearly gates.

Moan and Groan

The end-stage heart failure moan
Is a sorrowful brand of groan,
It comes with each gasping breath
Only to find solace in death.

The family tries comfort
With pillows and hugs,
While nurses resort to
Their favorite drugs,
No relief to be found
It's a long, drawn-out course,
As if crushed by an elephant
And dragged by a horse.

Finally, the end-stage heart failure moan,
Fades away with the demise
Of the flesh and the bone.

Fibril_late;
7/8/08

Fade Away

Without extraordinary means

Or any crutch of support,

Take away the medicines and drugs

And there's not much to report,

Just the background substantiation

There is a human in this bed,

And when we take away the therapies

She soon will be dead.

By removing the devices

Of our technological violence,

The ticktock of the life-force

Will fade away into silence,

The heart ceases to beat

It can no longer stand alone,

Expect the last gasping breath

Like the fall of a stone.

As an extinguished candle

And the wisp of its' smoke,

The last, final flourish

Of the magicians cloak,

The end of a river

Spilling into the sea,

No longer bound by her existence

Fade away, and set free.

Fibril_ate;
7/10/08