What is it Like?

What is it like to die?
Is it like the consuming
Fever of a virus gnawing,
Causing
The tossing
Of a fevered brow?

What is it like to die?
Is it like a suspension
Between two half spaces that comes,
Drifting;
A lifting
Upward to soft sleep?

What is it like to die?
Is it in the savageness
Of a brutal gunshot that
Ripping
Leaves dripping
The crimson life juice?

What is it like to die?
I no longer need to ask.
Soon I shall know its feeling....
Or none....
For this one
Just
gave
up...



Copyright 1986 J. Montgomery