Don't Smoke. If You Do, Stop It. Now.|
They murmurred, I remembered that stark day
the quality of light, as through a glass
and brightly, though my colors were all gray
when he passed
The tumors in his lungs began to burst.
The nurses suctioned blood thorough gurgled breath.
That gasping was the worst of it and death
then seemed a blessing
not a curse.
She said 'I clicked that button, again, again, again
and hoped the morphine shock would bring an end.'
And I said - 'You didn't kill him - you just tried
to make it easier.' And we both cried.
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