If– Poem by Daniel Nairn

If–death–is such a good thing, then–
Why do people go horribly wrong before
Death
Takes them?
They can't move
Their speech mumbles
Slobber and drool and pee
Muscles dead
Skin ugly with wrinkles
Not to mention the drooping face
And a mind darkened by thoughts of
Death and–
Bodily functions ceasing.
Why must they go through torture before rest? And–is it rest–they head toward? What if it
ISN'T?
God, don't put him through this!
He'll suffer in HELL later–anyway.
Why?
Why
Must I watch him
Die
Must she live with
Death
Must he live in
Death?