Poem: Breath

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How deep

How long

My breath sustains

My breath remains

My breath contains

My remains

My lifeless bodies breath

My breathless eyes death

My rosy cheeks

My purple lips

My bright eyes

See no more skies

Weeping

Seeping

Last breath

Deeply sleeping

Breathless

Death …

As a young man, Philip A. Zentz worked summers on Martha’s Vineyard, commercial fishing out of Menemsha and building stone walls. A retired carpenter, cabinetmaker and schoolteacher, he now lives in East Bridgewater, but often visits relatives here.