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WAITING
Down corridors of a skilled nursing facility,
Down dark hallways, death’s whisper patiently awaited
Before soft murmurings at their door call their names,
Before angels with white coats and a gurney arrive,
There they spent their time lingering, waiting
Eyes staring at soft silhouettes in the shadows
Lost in alternate realities of their demented minds
Lined up in a row sleeping heads on soft pillows
Their mouths gapped open like a Venus flytrap
Most of these slumbering in mid afternoon
Old lions and lionesses now fat old pussycats,
There they lay like crumpled leaves in autumn.
