Saturday, October 17, 2015


The mayhem of life rose
in his eyes, milky white.
Today, tomorrow
and yesterday
flitted in and out of
each other's arms. 
The moment made sense
only but for a moment
before all was lost
and regained again.
They were clutching on 
to whatever they could.
Blood and bone.
A deep rasp clawed,
crawled in his throat.
Each breath drawn
with a ferocity ebbing.
And then she prayed
for him to pass.
His spirit free
of that diseased body
tethered by tubes
to this bed, this prison.