Sound Of Death

Dust.

Tiny particles.

Floating and dancing

In the air,

Surrounding him,

His being.

Dust.

A breath.

And a thousand

Invisible fragments

Gushing

Between lips.

Whistling through teeth.

Filling lungs

With a sound

Which must mean

Life.

Breath.

Breathing.

Yet Empty.

So much life

With rising chest

And flickering eyes,

Lips softly moving

With the air

Which passes between,

And fingers

Slowly twitching.

Yet empty

Breath.

Sound of Life.

Final breath.

And then

The room is empty

(Of Life)

Filled Instead

With the steady

Unending BEEEEEEP.

 

Sound of Death.