Hospital at Night

Evan Miller


I had to sit and watch death

Dry up 92 years, every last drop.

I drove home to meet it.

Torn, wanting instead

To take off in the opposite direction.


It was in the room,

On skin and devouring

Each struggled breath.

Just taking, never ever giving.


A week within Jesusí birth,

There was death.

It didnít care about inconvenience or

Life at all.


Death just took what it wanted from a man,

On borrowed time since 50.

Death came when it wanted,

Slinking in with a smirk.


Death stung in my nostrils,

I just wanted to vomit it right back out

As soon as it came in.

And death leaves without guilt,

Allowing everyone else to figure out the rest.


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