It started with salt.

The doctor said,

If you would

not be dead,

eat no more.

So he didn’t.

Not even on apples.

From not which came,

but still it came,

the fall. He fell,

not dead, but

hit his head –

on the tub, she

found him on the floor.

Alive is alive

till truly it’s dead

(though to God, you see,

no one is dead).

The ambulance came.

From church he was led

to his just end of salt

on apples evermore.

In loving memory of John  Peter Sondgerath (D. 19 April 1979)