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The End

So this is how it ends
   in a small church in New Jersey
   in a draped coffin
Here’s how it ends—
   in a sad small ceremony
   in front of grieving colleagues,
      close family, friends
Driving home from the doctor
   to tell your two children
   not to worry about their mother
You collapsed, instead, in the driveway
   a vein ruptured in your head
   “the children” you said then
      “the children”

-Revised September 4, 2009-