I am here again
in the darkness
screaming for you,
raging against
your pulseless arrest.
My hands now gripping
a final salvo
the squeal of the charge
growing in the morning
light;
you jump then,
at my touch,
a final
burst
of energy-artificial-iatrogenic.
I pace around your bed
a general at battle,
loosing yet again,
to the war in you heart.
Five weeks now
I have watched you
die;
some quietly overnight,
slipping away from this earthly grasp,
other though, died,
with a warrior by your side,
raging against
your premature escape.
I want you to know
that despite our different origins,
the barriers of culture and language
I have loved you
I have ached for you,
and my heart has
broken
for you.
Standing now
yet again,
as the battle
comes to a quiet close.
I watch you take
your final breath
agonal and deep,
your last effort
to consume this world
one final time,
until you expire-
my hands still
on your empty chest.
Touching you now,
your raging heart quiet,
at last
their is a moment of peace;
until I walk to the next bed,
and my rage consumes me
stoking the fires of war
once again.
