I know now what you decided
a week
ago. To be frank, I am
amazed. Seek
help, of course, you should
have been desperate,
should have screamed. It
would’ve seemed appropriate.
You’ve got twice your age
over yet to go.
You should not have been so
gracious, thanked us
for our slight concern,
grateful to lie indoors,
while we treated your sore
with a bandade.
I’ve seen humans racked at
this abyss, but
you…so young, soulless (so
they say), are calm,
composed, placid, taking the
little attentions
as though you did not
deserve them. While
your rival gloats and your
selfish daddy
pouts and frets, you lie
quiet, in grandeur,
in state, dreaming a world
apart and fade…
and fade…and flicker…and fade.