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Image by Cathy DeWolf


I saw death in his face today

And he was beautiful.

Skeletal, exquisite in his pain,

Ending with his eyes raised high

Beyond his lids,

Trying to remember

An unfinished thought.

His sculpted cheekbones

Molded to bone.

Only bone, thin skin,

Bluish tint to a man with vacancy:

“Comfortably Numb” played

On the radio.

As I held the long-fingered hands

So slight.

Perhaps a musician he may be:

Tomorrow he may be no more.

Still, a picture I would steal

If an artist I could be.

Such a gorgeous death portrayed.

But still, while this wandering image stays,

Questions, quiet, in the fading of his life:

What limits or eternity does Death provide?

cpoetessBorn in Chicago, IL, U.S.A., Cathy DeWolf  moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career as a rock n’ roll guitarist.  Didn’t make it and went to U.C.L.A. with an AB in Literature.  She has worked, traveled, written and moved many times.  Now, she is married and resides in the Northwest, continuing to write; traveling when possible. Also, she volunteers with people who are nearing the end of their life on Earth.

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