life is a jigsaw puzzle
with a hundred
thousand unmarked pieces
a panorama
that only shows itself
as it flashes before
dying eyes
yet still with
cramped fingers feeling
for edge pieces
a frankenteinian monstrosity
is put together
in images of
rampant ugliness
and immaculate beauty
for thise willing to
see it through
to the bitter end
snapping the last piece
firmly into place
as the cardiogram goes

flat.