in the wee
hours of a
july's
summer morn

congestive
heart failure
and it's
life changing
affects
were born.

my icu room
bustles with
panic
and worry

doctors and
nurses can
be heard
"Stat" -
let's hurry!

"it didn't
work"
as they
collectively
gasp in
a chain

"the right
side of his
neck,
look at his
distended
jugular vein"!

"nothing
has worked
and we've
tried
every med"

"all that
is left
is to
shock him-
fingers crossed
he doesn't
end up
dead".

"please sign
these papers
David, it's
all that we
have left
to save you"

"you need
to sign this
just in case
you die,
we want to
make sure
you don't
sue".

"we're
going to
put you
to sleep now-
so go ahead
and take
one
last breath"

"this sleep
may be
permanent-
this july
summer morn,
well..
it may be
your death".

i calmly
laid back
as they
put me
to sleep

no fear
and
no worries-
my own death
i didn't
even weep!

death did
not scare
me as i
faded
to black

i said
my goodbyes
without
one single
care if
i'd ever
be back!

you see,
this world
and its
denizens
scare me
more than
actual
death.

a smile
on my face
will be
evident upon
this man's
last breath.

the liars
the backstabbers
the fake
people in
this life

they all
come
equipped,
equipped
with a
knife.

so...

if i had
died
in july-
i wouldn't
have missed
much

just our
earthly
relationship-
we would
have lost
touch.

i just
about died
and the
few that
have
reached out

i now know
who's who-
and of that
there is
absolutely
no doubt!

my life
expectancy
is not that
of yours.

end stage
congestive
heart failure
had future
years close
their
own doors.

it is
what
it is-
you
are you
and i
am i

and
eventually
i'll tell ya....

we're all
going
to die.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
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