Death clearly in the room,
hovering,
attending the intricate details
of departure,
waiting for permission
to descend and revoke the
transient contract of the living.
He spoke to me
of his confusion,
of his search for meaning
regarding the undeniable
status of his dying,
trying to extricate
the greedy cancer that
gripped his body,
replacing order with chaos,
stability with ruin,
trying to end its siege
with the power of his mind.
He was beyond consolation,
I took his feeble hand and
held it,
it was a final good-bye
to a man approaching the
portal of the ultimate silence
that puts all worldly considerations
to final rest.