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Poetry and Medicine
July 16, 2003

The Grave

Author Affiliations

Poetry and Medicine Section Editor: Charlene Breedlove, Associate Editor.

JAMA. 2003;290(3):303. doi:10.1001/jama.290.3.303
The lawn lays out like a verdant jewelits dewy blanket upon my feetglistening green in the shimmering sun,a blade for every kiss and sorrowfor every dream that's come undone.The sun plays on its dappled coata green so deep it drinks you up.I want to be among the bladesand feel the rush of wind and rainthat quenches all the souls belowwhose breath the wind no longer knows.The green fills up my mind at lasta peaceful cloak for those who've passed,while underfoot it spreads my toesI lay amidst the green and knowhow cool it is down here below.The sunlight tumbles through the leavesand tufts of clouds float on the breeze.The grass is comforting and soft,the green in me is oozing forththough I lay resting in my clothesto its embrace I decompose.