DEATH OF A SCIENTIST
alert the attack.
unable to draw breath in,
between half swallows
of slow congealing phlegm.
Buckling at the knee,
a thunderous timber,
splits his Adam's apple
in two lightning thrusts.
lips tinted Robin-egg blue,
swept into chalk,
panic distilled between echoes…
Is there no one to help my husband?!”
He veered off into heaven,
beckoning Galileo’s swoop from the stars,
but saw only coal and the devil,
and died– a broken man,
with one eternal reminder,
and the cold dead hand of the universe,
closing his heart to her forever.
@Nick Zegarac 2006 (all rights reserved).