Wednesday, November 21, 2012

THE PASSING




By about eleven it was clear
that another day was improbable.
On Friday he appreciated
the huge moon rising
and likewise the sun
on Saturday morning.
Being on the fourth floor
heightened his perception
of these natural things
and of course
the clearly recognised end.

Under the plastic mask
bubbling oxygen by-passes
his closed eyes. He mumbles,
coughs, automatically readjusts
with his right hand
the IV line:
She responds,
plays a little
coaxes him –
cat with
captured sparrow.

We’ll all
feel differently
tomorrow.

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