This, then still
This, then still,
There he lies.
The stench of death,
It lingers by ...
It is the death,
The one he has longed for.
Now I will rob him of the death,
the good death.
Soon will come the EMT, the ambulance too.
The stench of death to be removed,
from his room, as will he.
Doctors there will be, and hospitals too.
Soon, to be replaced,
By another room, in another place.
A living death, with a different smell.
The smell of nursing homes and people being stored.
The guilt than for the good death,
I robbed him of.
