~ in the neck is low tech, through the heart is high art ~ |
| We sit quietly in the palliative care room keeping things gentle You are beyond care in this last bed we don’t know if you know much beyond pain but your favourite songs play as we keep vigil & outside the sun sits traffic grinds & whistles people pass by ignorant & ordinary dying is both & it keeps people waiting we sit quietly keeping things gentle waiting for death ![]() |