Morbidity

They die, they do not want to

Their oxygen is cut off

Their voices suffocated

Squeeze out their final cough

No longer to endure the pain

No longer strapped in beds

While deathly howls fill the ward

Crying out in their distress

The home for these old gentlefolk

Is theirs unto the end

Most of them don't even know

How it all began

Horrifying morbidity

Stink, decay and death

The mortifying reality

Of end of life, last breath