Every night and every night – Day 30

A little late again, and I am still missing one day’s poem, but nearly done and, whether the poems are good in their raw state or not, I have seen that I can be drawn into writing in the old way, and I have had a chance to read others’ poetry and learn from it.

Our prompt was to write about something that happens again and again, and this poem is another in the collection I am building about my brother and MS. I am still not sure about using him as the subject of poems, but part of me wants to commemorate him in some way.  It is like that line at the end of Death of a Salesman, “he’s a human being and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.”

At shortly before eleven
his sister will come.
She will watch him take his pills
and she will offer him food
and tell him he must eat it
or the pills will make him sick.

He doesn’t want to eat it.
because, if he eats, he will
have to void his bowels which means
mess, stink, filth – embarrassment.

Sometime later, others come.
They check his meds and offer
him food which he does not want
to eat, as, if he eats,  he’ll
have to void his bowels which means
mess, stink, filth and helplessness..

Every night and every night
lying staring at the light,
begging Death come take his soul.

And in the morning
his sister will come
to watch him take the pills
which cannot cure him;
she offers him food
and tells him to eat;
he doesn’t want to.
Because, if he eats…

And the others come.
They offer him food
he doesn’t want to eat
because ….

Night after night
stares at the light,
petitioning Death.

And in the morning
his sister comes

 

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