Last walk on the Acropolis
Last look at the Parthenon
Last time through the door
of low roofed home
Last glass of wine at kitchen table
the tightness in the chest

Last talk with pupils and friends
comforting around the couch
Bitter taste of hemlock

Dead cold creeping from feet
up through legs, torso, chest

Spots of light leaps upward from brow

Where is Socrates asks the guide
did he die

Socrates is the light I reply