Because I Could Not Stop For Death

Written by: Mac McGovern

Author Note: Entry for Jon Heck Contest "EDGE." When I think of "fear," I can think of
nothing more fearful than death and wondering what it is like.

Because I could not stop for death,
my brain,
the grand inquisitor,
ponders the moment.

About six minutes,
the time it takes
for the brain to die.

What happens in that short time?
Does the brain ramble;
try to decompose
if, it indeed died?
In death, is there fear;
is recognition instantaneous?
Can you see it in the eyes?

Is six minutes time to make
peace before judgment?
Or, serenity,
a time to relax and reminisce
before memory fades for all time.

Six minutes,
biblical prophecy,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
does partake.
Because I could not stop for death, 
in six minutes,
everything learned
erased for all time;
my body lies dead,
I say goodbye.