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Death

 

Death

 

A heart shaped sore on his thigh;

Leech like blood clots in his catheter,

Swimming in saline water.

Phlegm in suction machine,

Broken teeth.

Two hundred and fifty milligrams liquid food

In a feeding-pipe.

Fear in eyes.

Needle marks everywhere,

Voice buried in his mind.

Body paralysed.

Thus had death entered my father

Months before he died.

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