It was a small item on page five
his family thanked the lifeguards and paramedics
they said he came here every summer, fishing
said he died doing what he loved
in the place he loved.
The mathematics of infinity.
Brief chest crushed sharp
folding groundward to eternal anaesthesia
or slow subtraction of strength
relentless addition of atrophy
constant division of self
to end in multiplication of assistance
of shuffling corridors
not in time call buttons
soiled sheets and bedpans
and square root of what once was.
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