The day of your death <br />You stuck your head into an oven, <br />After first closing all the doors, windows; <br />Sealing yourself off, to the cries of your children, <br />Shutting out the processes of the entire world; <br />The good wishes of priests; <br />The long enduring of wedding presents; <br />The unexpected bonus of an unknown day. <br /> <br />When the horizon began to shrink away from you, <br />You did not flinch. <br />When dark clouds crowded the field of your vision. <br />You did not falter. <br />When the brain itself began to unplug from the body, <br />You did not question if god had forsaken you; <br />You already knew god was dispassionate <br />Toward the tribulations and joys of his creatures. <br /> <br />Perhaps you saw yourself as only a crack, <br />In the mildewed fabric of society; <br />For they are still looking for cracks today <br />In all the words you left behind you.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-of-your-death/
