You had your say
Said what you saw
That day I stood by
Your bed to draw you
Out of your silence
Your head in profile
Pillowed, your brow
Your unfailing eye
Now he lies dead
In a white shroud
Eons behind
His closed eyes
Bear him out
When my father was dying he said, “I feel receded into the distance . . . All of my life my spirit has been in a race with my body and now my spirit has overtaken my body.”