You can smell it when you walk
through the halls
nursing homes
old people
lives lived
love gained and lost
heroic actions mix with moments of regret
You can hear it
knock
knock
knock
The end is near.
Preparations made.
Relatives on call.
The hiss of oxygen tanks
the beep beep of a living pulse slowing down
knock
knock
knock
But sometimes
death comes in
the night
while still in the womb
no knocking
uninvited
movement transformed to stillness
inhale and exhale cease
memories never made
a live unlived
knock
knock
knock
preparations for life
become
preparations for death
birth outfits
become
death garments
knock
knock
knock
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