I think I remember how to die: <br />Hold onto that breath, just a few beats longer, <br />Relax the palms; let the tensions leave <br />Now find that string of thought behind <br />Many years before, when you left that watery space <br />And first opened up your mouth to breathe. <br /> <br />Let the chest sink, hollowed out, <br />Let your jaw hang; don't force breaths <br />Peace and lack of rhythm are death's calling cards; <br />Let motions cease, and the eyes roll up: <br />Somewhere in the corner of the ceiling, there's a sign <br />The soul needs to go home; because it's divine. <br /> <br />It's on borrowed helpmate status here; <br />Lent to us, to drive us through our days, <br />Take us places, with a definite location; <br />The orchestrator and originator of motion: <br />It never stops; but when it's gone <br />The body stays still, while it moves on.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-i-remember-how-to-die/
