A Conversation With Steven-His Battle With Aides
i have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
hauntingly
playing
peek-a-boo with my soul
i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to stand
on the balcony of life
feast my gaze on the rising sun
interlaced with the aroma of morning dew
sit at the edge of a quiet stream
watch the sun slip slowly
behind the mountain peaks
the air dancing
with the fragrance of lilac
i have seen my death
viewed through the stethoscope
of the minds of learned men
that boast their knowledge
their talent
their skill
as i move away from sterile hands
with sterile anger
pushing away sterile needles
that have not the cure
only promises of next time
i want answers to this rage
this terror
that no man understands
i have seen my death
through the eyes of my loved ones
as they kiss away
my fear
their fear
my death
their death
i cannot enter
into their quiet soft place
my space
is filled with shadows
as i watch them close the coffin
on their humanness
but not their souls
i have seen my death
and
i'm not ready to die
Copyright © Carolyn Kemp | Year Posted 2006
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