When you die: a poem
I will tell you exactly
And only the facts.
You are trapped a little for a time
And unhappy
Then your face hollows and it has a death mask
As the soul withdraws from the body
And you look at me and tell me who you see
It is always someone,
Sitting there like me,
But on the other side of things
Waiting for you.
And suddenly you become a column of white light
And leave the body all at once
Going upward,
I …