Excellent poem, Terry. Pretty dramatic stuff...one of my worst nightmares, vividly brought to life, made all the more interesting/compelling in how you welcome the death.

Maybe my own cognative pain won't let me see an eagerness to be severed so much as wanting death as the knowledge of what wanting death means, the wisdom to have wanted it, or at least the respect for the choice....anyway the effect in the poem deepens my peace at the dogs at the end, hell hounds though they may be...

I think someone should buy you a beer, Terry. But I know the feeling even if I shudder at the image.