The first few days of your death
begin to sink in, just about the time
you start to think.... maybe this is nothing
more than a very silly dream
or a new virtual reality series about me
....complete with creepy crawly things
and a very bad case of halitosis___
The first few days of your death
your breath isn't the only thing that stinks
your bowels bloat and your bladder floats
around your belling in a search for land
the skin on your extremities loosens
as your eyes sink into your gelled filled head
and the wound...which you carved
in your chest isn't healing___
That's when you find your starting to believe
all those people who had said
'It is too late for goodbyes, when you're dead....'
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/romeo-oh-romeo-juliet-my-juliet/
