Push

 

 

 

PUSH…

 

Push! Push harder!

With those

words

was he born

and

he screamed

 

he lived

he loved

he conquered

he scratched

his name

into many hearts

 

his voice

had failed

breath ceased

 

pushed

was his

cart down

the hall

in the

morgue.

 

Pushed

into

the oven

ashes

to ashes

he went.

helmut s. 6/98

…and have a most beautiful day, every day!