Dr John Celes - Sonnet: Death and Me

Like a log of wood eaten by white-ants,
Like the leaf-bare trees of the cold winter,
Like the warped bones/ tusks of dead elephants,
Death devours my body contour.

Like a moisture-rusted iron object,
Like a weather-crumbled rocky boulder,
Like an abandoned aero-plane project,
Death closes my mighty life’s book-folder.

Like the melting snows and ice of a peak,
Like the quicksand in the dry river-bed,
Like the vanishing waters of a creek,
Death has proclaimed my functional state- DEAD!

Like a detonated bomb and missile,
Death disintegrates my body profile!

7-26-2000

Dr John Celes

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