#212 As an Old Man Dies

No flowers withered

At death's knell

The world was still

As his eyelids fell.

The lightbulbs glowed

And they did not flicker

The air was quite still

And did not grow thicker.

But inside. Man, inside.

Electricity that had made a man do a thousand different things

Made him think of love and loss and anger and regret

The spark that had made him once get up on a stage and sing

Had powered a laughter that could spread and infect

The memory of the time he walked in on his parents at night

The touch, so soft, of his true love. And also of his wife.

The electricity inside that powered every thought and light

It ran the end of its circuitry and it

Fizzled

Softly

The world kept its spin

But electricity stopped inside

The earth did nothing

As an old man died

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