« Michael Lee Johnson » Speaking Of Death Speaking of death- mother, Edith, at 98 in a nursing home blinded with macular degeneration, crippled in pain, drowning in pills, I come to you, blurred eyes, crystal mind, countenance of grace, as yesterday’s winds I have consumed you & taken you away. Death hides, but doesn’t divide. “Where did God disappear to”- she murmured over & over again like running water or low voices in pray: “Oh, there He is. Angel of the coming.” Death hides, but doesn’t divide. Mr. Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL. after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer and poet. He is interested in social, religious topics, and the need for universal health care in the United States. He is presently self-employed, with a previous background in social service areas. He has a B.A. degree in sociology, worked on a Masters Program in Correctional Administration.