Dead Run

A poem by
   Jeffrey W. Jones
   03/03/96

A dead man running
     to his destination

Running ahead of us

      a room full of strangers
      the brain on cruise control
      body flops through the motions

      breathing . . . labored

We strangers around him can't keep up

      legs thrashing
      nurses yawning

His race is won.

© 1997 - Bio Notes: I am a teacher in rural Missouri (Burfordville, MO). This poem was inspired by watching my grandfather struggle to his death in a hospital bed breathing with destroyed lungs until he could breathe no more.

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