The hopeless stench
of geriatric warehousing
The uncomprehending
stares shrouding a
lifetime of inaccessible
memories and nostalgia
The sudden, shocking ululation,
judged as insane, or worse, conventional ...
ergo, unheeded
The loose, gray, contused, flesh,
still warm to the touch ...
the question remains on the lips,
not wanting an answer
The stark lesson of immortality,
a mirror for one’s self-regression to
helpless infancy
The covenant with recovery now abandoned,
one needs only to listen for the whisper of
the scythe, praying to be in its salvific swath
The green Exit signs,
belying the truth of the maze
Dean M. Estabrook - March, 2005
"There are some people, I suspect, who would feel obscurely cheated if, when they finally arrived in heaven, they found everybody else there as well. Heaven would not be heaven unless those who reached it could peer over the celestial parapets and watch other unfortunates roasting below."
Karen Armstrong
Dean M. Estabrook
Retired Church Musician
Composer, Arranger
Adjudicator
Amateur Golfer
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