Death roams the hallways
cracking jokes with the nurses –
he’s in no hurry



from ankle to hair
i traced her lines
slender and full
i traversed the plains
of her snug waist
and climbed the slopes
of her shapely breasts
paused a moment there
to gaze northward
into dark, gleaming eyes

then she lifted her hand
yellowing fingers enveloped
in a cloud of chemicals
polluting the air
and inhaled deeply
death of my dreams