It is all we can do
to bear what we cannot bear to see,
a dying that takes forever,
a dying that takes all of our forevers.
We cannot bear to see such suffering
yet we cannot turn away
our eyes greedy for the last sight of him,
even such a terrible sight of him.
It's different when you know
death is coming up the lane
and the days that seemed endless
now will end.
Words feel different in your mouth
the air feels different in your lungs.
Times slows to a stumble
yet races by so terribly fast.
We can hardly bear to stay
but we cannot bear to leave.
Shoulder to shoulder
with his mother who once bathed this baby boy
we will honor her and him by waiting
until we can take this body
and bathe her baby boy
(Picture: Linen Tapestry. Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of art collection)