Swirl the aroma ,
volatalize the tannin
inhale the fermintation and savor the love.
Know in this moment your distant place,
deep in the halls of suffering and salvation
a dark force where pain and torture is an honest form of healing.
She is lost in the distance
a joy of life and union for which you have sacrificed
will be your ultimate tug-of-life.
Slide the canula deep within the viscera
order the stab wounds and reap the defintive diagnosis
I speak the reality of disease:
a sound so fetid and scorned that as the syllables pass these lips
life ends and death begins.
You died on the slab today
I was only trying to prolong your eternal death
and you slipped beyond my controlling grasp.
How dare you escape into the light and warmth of heaven
I was not done with you, I had more pain to inflict, more questions to ask,
and far more insight to gain.
Did you not know you were my selfish pursuit, my academic endevour!
Read between the lines,
we foster mistakes
encourage exploration
in the wake of your loss, pain, suffering and death.
