In
this extraordinary world,
With
this extraordinary girl,
-Surely, surely I’d die.
She
is this ball of fire,
Walking the world with herself.
-Surely she has to be mine.
She
doesn’t know, though:
Cancer
has claimed her before me.
-Surely, she will die.
Marriage,
she says to me,
Works
if love exists.
-Love? For her, God I’ll defy.
But she
holds my hands,
Chaining
me to her post.
-I can’t believe we’ll survive.
Turning
many unturned stones,
Leafing
up the sore spots.
-’You didn’t have to lie.’
Still
she lay on her bed
Died
on the 3rd Sunday of June
-A life gone horribly awry.
Now
on the beaches of some sea
As
the sun sets on mankind
-Where the horizon passes idly by.
I see
Her good little girls
And
her good little boys
-Waving goodbye.
Goodbye!
