by John Riley
Now that the last incision has been sutured,
the last blood stain washed away,
the last dry pink pore salved, the last pill powdered,
the last tumor appeased;
now that the necessary implements acquired,
the stainless steel femur, the bolted hip,
the tubes, needles, sipping cup,
all those accumulated instruments, and more,
have been buried away in the box;
now that the last brown shadow,
(it clung like crumbs on a child's grimy lip)
has been scrubbed from your face;
now that I have no cause to stagger up the stairs,
my eyes left empty, fat gray;
I am granting you permission to go.
Now that I have at last dreamed
that your shriveled black lungs
filled, and emptied, and from empty filled again
full of the flashing phosphorescence
and the steady green eyes of the darting fish;
now that I have seen you, by this motion of fill and empty,
rise to float above the bed's shadow;
I am granting you permission to go.
Now that I no longer sleep to see you,
propelled by this motion that is not magic,
speed away above the flat light;
now that you will never again curve beyond the eye's hand
toward what is there only by our demand it should be;
now that all these things touched and all these things seen
have been housed inside me,
I am placing this plea before your new absence;
I am requesting your permission to leave.
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This was first published in Soundzine.
i dont know why this made me smile, perhaps because of the clever finale. there's an end time feeling to this that i like though i'm usually an optimist but perhaps it's the times...
Terrific stuff, John. *
Thanks, Marcus & Andrew. A smiles good. I pleased you liked it.
This is a beautiful poem, masterfully written, deeply felt. Thank you for this. *
Powerful, John. So, so good.*
Thanks, Bobbie and JP. I thrilled that you like it.
Wonderful depiction of when we survivors feel most helpless. Achingly good, John. *
Thanks, Barry. I'm glad you felt it.
What a powerful and moving journey through loss. *
Thanks, Beate. Delighted you like it.