Tuesday, October 14, 2014

-the poem-writer's last days-

when he's old — not so much
older than now
the age of his old grandfather
his old uncle
the older brother of his old father
when he's old enough
to fear another solid
penetrating the bowel
and water
softly splashed to his face
becomes a nightmare
when he's old and pisses
uncontrollably with the blank
expression of the animals
is spoon-fed unspeakable concoctions
by younger women applying a tepid
attendance
when he's old and barely
conscious of the brittle
bone ready to snap––
squinting at the written instructions 
lost at the face of the mechanism 
lost in the dust of the kids
running by in their lightning attitudes
when he's old — not so much older than now.



                            






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