I look down upon the remains of my life,
lying like so much meat, on a stainless steel table
covered with a three hundred and sixty thread
white Egyptian cotton sheet.
My arms cross folded across eternity;
the smell of formaldehyde intercedes
with what seemed for the moment
like the perfect dream…..

2008 © on the eve of my 60th year

Ted Sheridan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1948-seems-like-yesterday/