Life, Version 2

Creation Between life and death What is our destination Leaves it to imagination Stories unravel Buried me in the gravel Hoovering above my corpse Felt immensely uneasy Yet not queasy From this rotting, stenchy site Thoughts darting, Darting through me Wasn’t my time… Wasn’t my time… So much left unsettled Unsettled… Something never done… But what? Oh my God!?! What’s happening?!? Murmurs, murmurs Faces flashing Before my eyes Panic, Panic Doctors sweating Woman flushed red & wheezing! Screaming One last agonizing shriek! Out I popped 7 lb 2 oz Maybe I’ll get it right this time