In Another Life
I wrapped my arms around him holding
him close
His eyes were white with fear
Tears welled and ran down his cheeks
He knew me only as death
He was surprisingly affectionate
He whispered confessions to God
I listened with guilt
Pleas for mercy and forgiveness
And gentle sobs as life left his
flesh and bones
He felt it too
Frightened, his grip on me grew
tighter
As if to tether his soul to my body
His passing did not dawdle
His soul would soon ascend
His pulse slowed
His tears cinched to a trickle
His body heaped and slumped
Growing heavier in my arms
His sobbing settled
He looked at me with desperation
A last plea for pardon
He’s dead.
His carcass lay limp
Blank eyes hollowed of expression
Only skin deep scars will tell his
story
The last of his name
No one left to speak of his bliss
No one to speak of his failures
His body will likely rot where I
leave him
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