As he was once he was a monster
As the O-ring encircles his throat
I play him Billie Holiday on the radio
As a father he was
a storm door slamming
As an intubated being
he has no glasses no watches no anger
as the monsteronce voids out
As the horizon moves beyond intensive
they celebrate a birthday at the nurses’ desk
As the I in witness I intended tending
as the palliative places glasses in
cases watches in plastic
