The heart line
slows its leaping,
levels,
still as a horizon.
The nurse's hand
sweeps off
life's last mask.
"She can still hear you."
We hold the hands
that held our hands,
offer words
to ease her
into Eternity.
Far
in the corridor:
"Visiting hours are over."
TO: The Estate of . . .
"Service has been terminated on this phone number."
"No further pension benefits are payable."
"Information is no longer accessible."
"This closes our file."
Visiting hours are over.
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