You can make harmony out of anything
if you set your mind to it.
You can walk past the ce-ment mix-er (putty-putty)
and hum a note in harmony with its endless racket
(they daren't turn those things off, you know, or the cement will set, effectively ending the mixer's
You can add your sound to the noise of the subway,
even the jackhammer,
and the result is a harmony that brings your life together.
But I'd never thought of making harmony
from death rattles.
I'll be adding this to my imaginings
of how my death will be:
I will instruct that little band of survivors,
those attending the event,
to hum and tone and wail at the top of their lungs.
I'll urge them to add their living selves,
through the sounds of their bodies,
to the rattle of my dying breaths.
Thus will we face together the opening gate.
Thus will I be accompanied to the threshold.