The Tempest 4.1.156-8
Gary Soto
2016
9th Grade
We are such stuff… rounded with a sleep,
But before this eternal sleep,
Our loved ones look away.
To witness death is painful.
The last sigh, the gargle of words,
The nostrils an engine of snorts,
The eyes springing open,
The eyes that close and squeeze
A painful tear.
The last snort of life may move
Nothing grander than a wayward feather,
The weight of thy detachable spirit