the gravelly wheeze of his breathing
a whistled melody insouciantly soaring
over the syncopated beat
of his ramshackle heart
he's doing an arrhythmic soft shoe
scratched out in the sands
poured from an hourglass
that has no more turnings
but was dropped
by liver-spotted palsied hands
to shatter on the ground
and set the stage
for his final dance
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