The Human Condition

To have eluded death breathed at the last in manmade years, I have seen every stage. Dying’s human condition – into past, there’s never calm acceptance; simply rage.

In manmade years, I have seen every stage; not the final moments, just the fallout. There’s never calm acceptance, simply rage/ disbelief/despair/too early callout.

Not the final moments, just the fallout of family: dreams, hopes and future ways. Disbelief, despair, too early callout, despite infirmity/age/health/lost days.

Of family dreams, hopes and future ways, dying’s human condition - into past. Despite infirmity, age, health, lost days; to have eluded death breathed at the last…

Wendy Webb