I hope my death is not stolen from me
by a fiery blast of Fahrenheit or Celsius 
or another calculatable accuracy. 

I will gladly relinquish all the pleasures of daily 
bread, the pride and dreams of art&mdash;even pulse;
but I hope my death will not be taken from me.

Actually, it is a modest policy;
little there to discuss as to solace
or in the way of privacy.

A valued moment of self-possession? Might it be
something to embrace more than to expulse?
I hope my death will not be pried from me.

My end is not to be just a cause in a public sea 
of scientists teaming against a disease,
a private point in a welter of piracy.

After all, won&rsquo;t it fundamentally and rightly 
be mine and no one else&rsquo;s? I hope my death is 
not taken from me; better, it be 
an appointment kept in a private sea.

Scott Hightower

Apocalypse Soliloquy

My Father

Rubber Dollie

Scott Hightower

Apocalypse, Now

Apocalypse Soliloquy

My Father

Rubber Dollie