On the Verge
A small blade of time
is all that separates
life from afterlife,
a kind heart from a jaded one.
A bit of genetics
is all that separates
a clover with three leaves or four,
a cell which functions
and one that doesn’t.
A slight twist of circumstance
can be all that separates
joy from sorrow.
The Final Cut
The Final Cut
Her last wish was donation, in the form of teaching.
Would he be so selfless, at his end?
They cut her skin,
examined her muscles,
followed the delicate threads of her nerves,
so that one day they might understand, investigate, diagnosis.
He turned away from her filed nails and curled hair,
to honor her sacrifice.
