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Death of a Scientist
One low gasp - then two,
alerted him to the attack.
unable to draw breath in,
between half swallows
of slow congealing phlegm.
Twin columns,
buckling at the knee,
a thunderous timber,
split in two lightning thrusts.
Eyes drooping,
lips tinted Robin-egg blue,
rosy-cheeked bloom
swept into chalk,
panic distilled to echoes…
“Help! Somebody!”
Tin reverb.
“Help. Somebody.”
Fainted panic.
“Anyone?
Please help…my husband?!”
He veered off into heaven,
beckoning Galileo’s swoop from the stars,
but saw only coal and the devil,
and died – a broken man,
with one eternal reminder,
and the cold dead hand of the universe,
closing his heart to her forever.
Copyright © 2004
Nick Zegarac. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Bio: Nick Zegarac is a published
poet with the poetry Institute of Canada and Poet’s Pen, an
author and a university TA who has successfully penned three screenplays,
two of which are currently under consideration in Hollywood. He
continues to be active on the literary scene, most recently as part
of the editorial board responsible for Black Moss Press’ collection
of poetry entitled, “Totally Unused Hearts”. Currently
Zegarac is aggressively campaigning for a publishing house and agent
to share his interests in several literary projects, including two
more screenplays, a collection of short stories and a book concerning
an overview of Hollywood film making. He divides his time writing
editorial columns for Retort Magazine and DVD reviews for Amazon.com
and his work as a poet is featured on several net based literary
sites.
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