poetry critical

online poetry workshop



Palliative
unknown

There are so many things they don't tell you about dying.
 1
 
 
The sound your last hundred breaths make
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rattling around in your chest,
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pulled in from the world so hard that you'd think
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your ribs might break for the effort.
 5
 
 
The way your daughter will keep you
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surround your rotting form like
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lions, protecting you and damning you
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from a place of love,
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or what felt like love at the time
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The choices you don't get to make
 11
The time that keeps getting reset, an hour,
 12
a few days, a few months,
 13
futile dodges and broken lines,
 14
broken body,
 15
full of holes and missing blood, air
 16
 
 
The aftermath is almost never worse than the during,
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the time you spend in (or out) of the ether,
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either confused or scared or alone or with bodies packed in too close,
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and there is rarely a good choice to make,
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but there are plenty of ways to be wrong.
 21

12 Feb 18


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