A Personal Death
Although the smell unpleasant to inhale,
the blood no longer dripped from open wounds;
the nurse, accustomed to the sight of death,
remained unmoved as Grandma slipped away:
she calmly checked the pulse and shook her head;
her only thought of dirty sheets to change.
The nurse's shift was filled with blood and gore:
another death - and such a chore to tell
the grieving kin about their sudden loss.
She gladly caught her bus and hurried home,
but there she found her cat as stiff as board,
and held the body close, her sobs so loud.
for Craig's Death (Blank Verse) contest
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2017
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