Beneath the quilt,
She wilts,
Wrinkled tips twirl the rosary,
Her only movement in life.
Eyes flutter in a daze,
The world now a haze.
Vision extinct, Sounds indistinct,
Waits in motionless mortality,
Of ageless and timeless space.

The African parrot,
With the tarot, shrieks,
‘One more day’,
Gentle subconscious, smiling,
First time in years,
Unwinds as the end nears.

Somewhere in the vast distance of time,
New life glimpses emerge.