Tom Bell Poet Bio

When I Was Dead

when I was dead
a few years ago
I was a bit surprised

when i was dead
well, at least for a few minutes
clinically dead
by necessity
I somehow was still aware
really!

when I was dead
curiously, to me...
it wasn't what
I'd expected....

where's the "tunnel"?
where's the "light"?
I hope not for some sin
for that would not be right

where's the ceiling-floating?
why wasn't my butt
scraping ceiling tile?

maybe because it was momentary
my brain still had some juice
(sure wish it still did-
appears what I have is of no use!"

I was aware, somehow
lying naked upon a table
a beautiful nurse on each side
oh!...if only I was able!!!...
I felt, somehow
more concerned about my nudity
one nurse was kind enough
to put a tiny wash rag sized
towel on me
I felt so relieved
but...surely they could see...

no "*****-star" physique
no "black mans"' ol' tool
just an average sized dinger
I felt like such a fool

the anesthesiologist
did not do well his job
I was far too aware for comfort
my dignity he did rob

well, it's history now
I've got a computer in my chest
they said if i had waited
the guess they thought, at best
I'd be dead within a month
ventricular fibrillation
a word I was to soon learn

but one thing, and one thing only
that I now know for sure
angel wings that crew did earn
they somehow closed death's door.

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