Listen To My Breath Poem by Randy McClave

Listen; to my breath
Hear it as it stutters
Observe it, as it shutters
Then listen, for my death.

Once, it eagerly breathed out life
It blew smoke circles in the air
It blew through a lovers hair
But, now there is a pain and strife.

It was used once to blow a whistle
And make bubbles in a glass of milk
Then inside water and it's ilk
And it was used in the sound of my dismissal.

I used it to blow out my birthday candles
And to relieve the pain from a needles scratch
And also to blow out a match
And it whispered, into the ears of vandals.

Listen, now listen closely to my breath
Listen........ For now it is gone
It left me with my final yawn
Then in the air was a gasp, with meth.

Randy L. McClave