A gentle study on death

It is a quiet
slow motion film,
a frame by frame affair,
falling molecules of air.

There's only perfection
in its silence.
Only gentle prodding
in its violence.

Sometimes dry bones
and shallow breath,
a wasting away
to nothing left.

Sometimes sudden
and without warning,
to sleep in the night
and miss the morning.

It is a sword
not wanting to kill.
It does i…