My brother was a big person
Muscled from work on the farm
A handsome soft spoken man
Full of quiet blue eyed charm.
Now he's lying quietly here
Resting, peaceful, serene,
Thanks to the whirring
Of this life support machine.
Two days they've tried
To bring him back to life
Watched by his children,
Grandchildren and wife.
No long dreary death
No starving away
The machine disconnected
He died the same day,
A massive heart attack,
And a bang to the head,
Too late with resuscitation,
He was already brain dead.
No cabbage life for him
A thing he'd've have hated
No lingering half life
Death unknowingly awaited.
They switched off the machine
When we'd said our goodbye
And naturally and peacefully
He then slipped off to die.
The Big Man had quickly gone
At least the process didn't last,
No body slowly shutting down
After a long starvation and fast.
When the machine is off and
There's chance of a long slow end
Why can't they, as they do with pets,
Use the needle, a quick releasing friend.
