when faced with reports of death
loss
suicide and worse
How do you comfort the mother
whose soldier son succumbed
to a mortar blast
while on the phone with Dad
What liturgy makes sense
to one who knows no god
whose prayers lie dormant
in an undiscovered room
Lovers bereft
unable to surrender
the loved one to fate
prolong the inevitable
Dying is a process
for novices
Those with experience
want the unvarnished truth
They find no comfort
in prolonging the inevitable
Death
in the end
marks days and nights
with a period
Silence permeates
the final curtain
Your head turns
listening for
your name
spoken by
the loved one's voice
Yearning
intense as the yucca's thirst
Your need flows between
the interstices
of each day's moments
weaving a net of desire
that will remain
unrequited
*"The Duty of Lovers" is a phrase from a Leonard Cohen song.
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