failing

the ears

which savored

Bach and Mozart

Beethoven and Brahms

Handel and Hayden

operatic voices

as angels

lifting up to the

very thone of

God

Wagner

Puccini

Verde

Roccini

and

Bizet

.

.

.

deafening

crashes

of kamikaze

coming down

on ships

all around him

.

.

.

the boom

of his cannons

as they shot

them

.

.

.

down

now dead

hearing only

a shushing sound

the inside of a shell

the eyes

which beheld

The Great Books

loved the work of

Mark Twain

and

read

voraciously

loved art

and saw

The Bomb

being

dropped

on

Enewetak

Atol

.

.

.

now becoming

dull with

diffused

light

.

.

.

body

wizened

and

shaped

like

a

?

I am

watching

as a brilliant

beautiful

man

***SLOWLY

DIES***

pieces

of

me

fall

into

the

grave

*as

well*

.

.

.

SoulSurvivor

(C) 10/11/2016

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