Before my time there was a man, a simple man really
had life in the palm of his hand. navy, grad school, all of the trades. electrician by mark committing international raid. served his country, served his own
not knowing he would be left all alone. moving restlessly from city to city. outrunning disease and life, what a pity. the genes granted to him gave him fear, diabetes, sclerosis, stripped everything near.
finally after years of strife, the diseases ended his life.
living alone in the land of big sky, divorce was subtle, barely getting by
his life was ended on a cold winter day, lieing in the middle of his driveway, mediflight took him as fast so,
everyone knew where he was going to go
locked in a dream a machine to breathe, unraveling the man that was once conceived, lieing there motionless, coma so snug, his son decided to pull the plug
the release from machines, a slow sad song
he took two breaths and he was gone
up on a cloud talking with friends, his brother, his mother the party will never end
