The Unlucky are discovered. Just in time.
They do not go gentle into any night, or morning or day.
Their bodies are covered.
With hospital blankets and unpayable bills.
All of you, the doctors will eventually get you.
Then it’s ICU beds and hoses and waiting rooms.
Loss of life, ahhhh, but first.
Loss of Control.
Bereft of grace, and only then life.
Veins full of hoses,
tubes down your noses.
Loved ones hope you’ll never wake to know.