I had a casual encounter with death,
robed in a red velvet bag,
strapped to the cold metal gurney
advancing through the doors
elevator arrow pointing up
as the squeak of the wheels faded.
The doors whispered shut
as if to echo the closing
of more celestial portals
as my breath continued unabated.
Death walked past me,
no more grim than the face
of the suited men carting the carcass.
The silence that reigned underlined
the casualty of the casualness,
result of carefully crafted callousness
causality clearly kept secret.
A moment of momentousness as life
passes reduced to a simple event
to remark upon in the passing
fancy of idle curiosity, casual cruelty.
I met death today, a casual encounter
somehow more haunting
for the lack of portentousness.