Personal Apocalypse
It’s only you and me, now
Everyone else is in abeyance
Prayers on deck or
Already in the waiting
Room
I should have an attitude
That lifts a heavy spirit
But what can I say
I fear the things so much bigger than me
And the loss of consciousness that
Certain operations bring
I will awake no doubt
To start the stanching where
I’ve been newly opened
There will be other healing, too
And slow life ‘til
Then
But while it’s only you and me, might
I ask for some return
Of grace:
Better days
Better hours
Coffee and morning, crackers and
Cola later in the day
And something to heat for
Supper
Cool water for the pills
Water for the spirit, the
Kind you walk me
By
According to an ancient promise
C L Couch
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