A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

FADE TO WHITE
(9/14/11)


I see
light between
the curled fingers
coming to close
my eyes
for the final
time

the
brightness
blurs
as the hand
draws near
but life
still shines
clearly through
to create
sideways smiles
upon my face

a final
cheery derision
to the death
chasing me
since my
single cell
began
to divide

I see
light between
the world's mottled shadows
and know
that nothing
really dies

I wonder if
they'll be surprised
when my eyelids
pop open
again