So pale and
white; camouflaged
Against the crisp
linens,
You slowly
disappear,
There, yet
not present.
Antiseptic
odors cannot cover
Your tainted,
unlovely breath;
Cannot
sterilize your sleep stink,
Or your nightmare
sweat.
Where did you
go
That I cannot
follow,
Leaving your
luggage behind
To rot,
unattended?
There is nothing
left
But the electronic
dirge of machines
And the bag
of fluids
Your body has
become.
We are both
entangled
By this
Gordian knot of breathing tubes.
I can’t help
but long
To pull the
plug with a sword.
