ModPo

I was in nuclear power training in 1980 when my father passed.  I wrote a couple of poems... End of Life Criteria like a piano tune that starts and ends, so is life ... death cuts in: a toneless key; a nameless chord; a sharp discontinuity ... judgment occurs without a moment's notice; and on the second half one regrets not doing what should have been done ... every second is judgment - and every opportunity affords one yet another to correct the incorrection - before the final hour ... has passed. Thoughts about judgment day the hour actively approaches while we, its victims, sit and wait, with folded arms, trying to appear comfortable and carefree, and mutually exclusive. days pass quickly, and nights, like the blink of an eye... nay, the pupil's dilation... time races to its destination while we, in our lethargy, approximate suspended animation. there are no conclusions, only the vain pleadings for another sequel, a few more hours, a couple more opportunities. The rope by wh...