Continuing to live, while waiting to die
seeing how the world has gone awry
through online versions of news
and the smorgasbord of YouTube views
But every day brings me pleasure
via novels and films, I treasure
At dinner every single night
I enjoy a gourmet delight
In bed, I sleep sometimes
deep or in waking creep
My dreams are full of rhymes
in waking I am unable to keep
Everyone loves a nurse
They are caring
They are kind
They listen
Alex Pretti was a nurse
He has been added
to the lore of the nurse
as a martyr
Like a nurse rushing to aid
a patient in distress,
he sought to protect
a woman knocked down
by a masked Trump agent
in Minneapolis
Alex stepped between the victim
and her attacker
He was thrown to the ground,
surrounded by Trump thugs,
beaten on the head,
pressed into a helpless position
on his knees, shot in the back,
a prelude to nine more bullets
pumped into his prone body
Alex was a nurse
Desire for
romance
and new
experiences
brought
what was wanted
The romance
was lovely
while it
lasted
New
experiences came
and faded
The
pleasures thinned
The
memories remained
CONSIDERING
DEATH
When my
body cries out
in endless pain
or thinking
begins to fade
from a
crumbling brain,
can I plunge
into the Styx
or must I wait
for God
to provide a
terminal fix
Thomas More
wrote in UTOPIA: (1516) that a person afflicted with disease can "free
himself from this bitter life…since by death he will put an end not to
enjoyment but to torture… it will be
a pious and holy action".
Could there
have been another
equally as captivating
for my life
as you
Perhaps,
but I’ll never know
since we
were bound together
forever
by an indefinable
potion:
Our love
Forget the quality of life
A
mere spark
in
a near corpse
is
reason enough
for
some doctors
and
relatives
to continue
on
with
feeding tubes
and
liquid drips
because
life is precious
even
when there is
no
apparent joy
in
this still living Being
After
all, miracles happen
After
all, Lasarus was raised
