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The Denver Post, Thurs. Dec.11, 1975 p.57 PHOTO (Denver Post Photo): A man (Michael Smith) lies in his bed, wrapped in his sheets. He looks soulfully up at another person leaning over him. Caption reads: Mike Smith when he was confined to bed. Despite ravages of illness, he was able to write. Mike's Postcript: Poems in Print Michael Smith of Denver, a 21-year-old victim of muscular dystrophy, held firmly to the dream that one day a book of his poems would be published. That dream was realized this week — about 2.5 months after Mike died at the place he called home, the Atlantis Community for the handicapped in Denver. At that time, a manuscript of Mike’s poems was being circulated to publishers. The poems were written during Mike’s last seven years, when he was living in nursing homes and was unable to lift pen to paper but dictated the poems to friends. A copy of the manuscript of his poems was cradled in Mike’s arms at his funeral and later when he was cremated. Afterward, it was determined that the poems would be published privately, with all profits- after printing and selling costs- going to the Atlantis Community. Mike’s book, titled "Companions" was published Monday and is available at bookstores and in book sections at department stores in downtown Denver and outlying areas, as well as at the Colorado University Extension Center and Metropolitan State College Bookstores. Mike lived long enough to hear the tribute paid to his poems by Thomas Hornsby Ferril of Denver, who recently was named Colorado's Centennial poet. Some of the perceptions and imagery in the poems are "near genius," Ferril said after reading the manuscript. Mike's book contains 32 poems, many of which are dedicated to Mike's companions- the handicapped persons he had known in nursing homes and later at Atlantis. In his last months, Mike progressively weakened and was confined to bed, depending to a great extent on an oxygen tank to ease his breathing. Despite the ravages of his illness, Mike was able to write affirmatively: "Our there in the blackness is a porthole that reaches into the worlds of brilliant light. There are souls there whose beauty reaches beyond any mortal eye " And vowing to go beyond this, Mike wrote: "like an arrow shot from a mighty bow, I shall fly into the heart of the most holy of holies.. Home is where I'll be."
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The Denver Post - Thursday October 2, 1975 [Headline] Muscular Dystrophy Wins Battle [Subheading] Mike Died at Atlantis - a Dream Come True by Fred Gillies Michael Smith died Wednesday afternoon in the place where he wanted to be - the Atlantis Community in Denver. Atlantis was Mike's dream come true: a fledgling community where he and 13 other handicapped persons could live in dignity as individuals, attempting to realize their full potential. But the dream died Wednesday for Mike as muscular dystrophy, the dark angel that lived with him for most of his slightly more than 21 years, won the final battle. Mike and other Atlantis residents came into the public view late in June when a Denver Post story told of the hardships they were suffering as the result of bureaucratic bungling which had delayed the Social Security checks the Atlantis residents needed to pay their living expenses there. At that time, Mike was semiconscious and not expected to live. But he later rallied, as he had three other times in the past year when he was close to death. For the past three months, Mike generally had been confined to his bed and most of the time used an oxygen tank to ease his breathing. In recent weeks, Mike had started composing poetry again — one of his favorite pastimes and the one that seemed to allow, him to escape from the physical helplessness forced upon him by muscular dystrophy. Mike also was following closely the progress of a legal action that he and other handicapped persons had filed in Denver federal court to ensure the handicapped the same rights as all other persons. And with the help of Atlantis staff members, Mike was planning his first vacation in many years: a plane trip to Houston, Texas. Two of the Atlantis staff were to accompany him there. But last Sunday night, Mike's condition suddenly worsened. His kidneys apparently had started to shut down. Carbon dioxide was building up in his body, affecting the brain and causing respiratory problems. Mike was taken Monday to Denver General Hospital, where blood tests were completed. But Atlantis officials said doctors at the hospital concluded that there wasn't much that could be done. And Mike was adamant: he didn't want to undergo another operation to cut into his windpipe to ease his breathing just a little longer. He didn’t want to be hooked up to all kinds of machines and medical equipment. He wanted to be left alone and to he allowed to die in peace and at Atlantis. Mike was permitted to "come home" to Atlantis on Tuesday. But now he was required to wear a full face mask utilizing a nebulizer which sprayed a mixture of oxygen and water steadily into his weakening lungs. On Wednesday morning, Mike twice had been taken off the nebulizer briefly while adjustments were made, and there were no complications, Wade Blank, Atlantis co-director said. But Wednesday afternoon, after the nebulizer had been removed for another swift adjustment, Mike died. “He relaxed, went to sleep and just stopped breathing," said his mother, Mrs. Joanne Davis of Central City, Colo., who was with him. Mike’s mother will fulfill his wish that the only flowers at his funeral be one red rose which she will provide and keep afterward. Mike also had asked that persons planning to send flowers for his funeral might instead send donations to Atlantis at 2965 W. 11th Ave. Early last July, Mike and a friend put together a book of about 35 of Mike's poems, written over the past seven years. At the time of Mike's death, the manuscript still was being circulated among publishers. One of these poems - “With the Wind, I Leave" - tells of Mike’s leaving his love, “leaving the oceans, fields and mountains that were my life.” But then he tells of finding "a peace and wisdom that no one can take away.” And the poem concludes with Mike's quiet admonition: "So when you remember me, think of the oceans, fields and mountains. Think of the wind that blows in the spring and you will know that I am free." Services for Mike will be at 2 p.m. Saturday at the Olinger Mortuary, 16th and Boulder Sts. A copy of Mike's book of poems will be with him when he is cremated, as he had wished. Denver Post PHOTO: A thin young man (Mike Smith) lies in bed wrapped in sheets. His long dark hair is laid out on the pillow above his head, and his dark eyebrows, beard and moustache frame his features. He looks with a burning intensity up and someone (mostly out of the picture), who is holding a book. Caption reads: Mike Smith Listens as His Poetry is Read. He was photographed in June after moving to Atlantis.