By his bed but I know the best
I’ll be sometime in a future test
As he is in my each recall…
Limpid, fearless, standing tall
Loved, friendly, compassionate
Spirit deep, sharp immense.
He now lies terminally ill…
The seer he was is witnessing
In quiet eerie, looks fixed
Through nights stretched
And lost sleep
Resonating of scriptures I read
And It then happened
In quick succession
His withdrawal calm
The last breath
Our wait…
The howling silence
Death…
And cremation.
* * *
The news drew the shallow heirs
Commiserating, posing, red weird
Stooping low, seeming lower
With eyes stuck on assets meager
Broaching sly their soft claims
Illiberal, covet strange
Set on matters odd
In those hours of pain
They trigger brawls