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The Last Haiku
The monitors are silent
beside the hospital bed.
The Haiku Club's Chairman
left this behind - his last haiku:
The nurse's fingers
as she feels my pulse, sometimes
are warm, sometimes cold
Outside is the world of time,
of choices and chances,
where ordinary bodies
perform daily miracles,
but time has shrunk to nothing
in this room, with the still corpse,
with red sea-wrack on the wall
thrown up by winter's raging sea.
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