What surprised me
Was my equanimity
On that gallows morning
So long anticipated
Through sleepless noise-filled nights
Of coughing fits and groaning
And desultory moaning
Of drugs and observations
And muttered midnight conversations
Of beds wheeled in and out
And curtains drawn
On vacancies revealed at dawn.

They took me down
A son on either side
And dropped me off the precipice
Of consciousness
And as I fell I thought
I’ll wake
Or not.