Pushing down, the burden of your heavy life crushes me. Yet I sustain you; I am your support: life support, to keep alive, but not for long, not this time. You breathe: in, out, in, out. I feel your body expand, grow heavy and then release. Your breath makes a soft sound, like the gentle wind on a cool day. It�s time now, and still I hold your body. It tenses. You know what�s happening. I�m here in your time of need. Go ahead, tremble; quake; let your tears fall onto me. My white blanket absorbs them. Slowly you calm. Breathing out, you exhale your last breathe. All movement ceases. You�re gone, and I�ve changed. I present your body to all who care to see. I am a beacon of death. And tomorrow I will do it all again.
neb 09/02
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