We all stood quiet as they pulled the baby out, <br />Not a primordial gurgle <br />Out of its still-clay lips. <br />Somehow, the mother wasn't bawling <br />Or crying <br />Or whimpering. <br /> <br />She said she heard the whales wailing <br />And an open sigh from woven star sky <br />And her little one <br />Treading along the golden shore, <br />Picking up seashell trinkets <br />And the light grows brighter. <br />Then we all saw it, <br />Like we were witnessing it on Imax.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-afterlife-on-imax/
