The Breath of Life

 

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Five times I gulped again,

The Welsh hillside, on a winter’s night,

Saved by the telegraph pole,

Then gasping for breath, I accepted it all,

Yet was reprieved. Twice.

 

Appendix bursting in a rear seat,

And the Lockerbie airplane,

As the wind blew in the mountains of NH,

Almost dismounting me,

For the last time.

 

These breaths are were not my last.

For a reason to be determined.