You wail in counterpoint to the church bells
Ringing down the road from the clinic
9 times they tolled, as if to say "enough, enough"
Or perhaps "so soon"
My mind a study of indecision.
In my heart, I am holding off death
In one moment
And urging it on in the next
"It's not fair to let them suffer"
But are you "them", or am I?
Who is spared, and who condemned?
I watch the syringe deliver sleep into your veins.
I hold you, oblivious to your lack of control
I croon your favorite story in your ear
The one you would overcome stairs and the dog and old age
To hear every bedtime
Your eyes never close
All the men of our house, the fraternity you left behind
Dig your grave
The world, drained by your absence of any warmth
Weeps ice instead of tears