Curling up (dying)

In time old age will inundate.

Our bodies it will antiquate.

Vitalities deactivate,

Decay fails to de-escalate.

680

Employment we must abrogate.

Our positions bosses subrogate.

We’re made to superannuate.

Sent home where we deteriorate.

684

When young we fail to cogitate

at some point we will culminate.

To think we might decelerate;

beyond us to deliberate.

688

Thought processes degenerate.

Ideas fragment and divagate.

Confusing notions agitate.

A focused view we can’t locate.

692

Yet further still we enervate.

Spent legs inclined to vacillate.

From side to side our spines librate.

To stand we need a strong helpmate.

696

Translucent skins become bullate.

Green crusty scabs appear crispate.

Landscapes of pimples pustulate.

Thick yellow liquids suppurate.

700

Internal leaks of exudate

as white blood cells extravasate.

Bruised tired eyelids nictitate.

Blurred cloudy eyes obnubilate.

704

Flawed organs deoxygenate.

Dry scaly windpipes ulcerate.

We sound like snakes that sibilate

and grasshoppers: they stridulate.

708

Dim hearts commence to fibrillate

so, doses doctors metricate

in quantities we manducate

to help our thin blood inspissate.

712

On screens our life signs oscillate.

From wires we can’t separate.

Both forearms pale and supinate

are pierced with needles subulate.

716

Our bedside nurses imbricate

a host of charts that adumbrate

while guts, surgeons invaginate

and arteries inosculate.

720

Facilities they sanitate.

Lungs, plastic tents oxygenate.

Down our throats doctors intubate.

The rot they try to isolate.

724

Still further we debilitate.

No known cure will emancipate.

On what has passed we ruminate.

To change things now is way too late.

728

Blood relatives don’t hesitate

to make the point that they’re cognate.

They want the sick to die testate

and gift all assets at probate.

732

Detached physicians dissertate

as final stages depredate.

For paddles they gesticulate,

one last try to defibrillate.

736

There’s no chance we’ll recuperate.

No way will we regenerate

and awesomely eliminate

the ailments that emaciate.

740

Accept raw facts; we’re in checkmate.

All thoughts of life subordinate.

From mortal coils extricate.

The humming flatlines liberate.

744