My Death

Like the sun

I cannot bear to face it:

I say that it has nothing to do with me,

Exists outside of me, a silence

A darkness

When everything is done.

Yet even now

I feel it deep within me, closer

Than my breathing,

Moving within me, slow as my blood,

Measuring me

With all I care to do, a shadow

I follow

Or that follows me

And leads me to my centre not my edge.

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Reprinted by kind permission of the author and publishers from Kevin Hart. 2002. Flame Tree. Sydney: Paper Bark Press.

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Hart, K. My Death. Bioethical Inquiry 6, 325 (2009).

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