Like a log of wood eaten by white-ants, <br />Like the leaf-bare trees of the cold winter, <br />Like the warped bones/ tusks of dead elephants, <br />Death devours my body contour. <br /> <br />Like a moisture-rusted iron object, <br />Like a weather-crumbled rocky boulder, <br />Like an abandoned aero-plane project, <br />Death closes my mighty life’s book-folder. <br /> <br />Like the melting snows and ice of a peak, <br />Like the quicksand in the dry river-bed, <br />Like the vanishing waters of a creek, <br />Death has proclaimed my functional state- DEAD! <br /> <br />Like a detonated bomb and missile, <br />Death disintegrates my body profile! <br /> <br /> 7-26-2000<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-death-and-me/
