The Last Beach
The last beach
the Colonel took
was concrete
and led
from his Caddy
to the Crystal Fountain Dining Lounge.
He bravely advanced
halfway
to his objective
under withering fire
from the
grenade-sized tumor
in his brain,
then collapsed.
Across the road
The Shellpoint Village Nursing Pavillion,
complete with hospice for the dying,
patiently awaited his arrival,
as manatees
calmly basked
in the Caloosahatchie.
His death now foretold
under the Florida sun,
he rose again,
commandeered
a wheeled dining chair,
took the objective,
and ate
like a man
with no tomorrows.
poem by Percy Dovetonsils
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