A Dying Man Poem by RIC BASTASA
A Dying Man
tell the truth
gives up everything
and prepares
his final trip
without having to carry
anything
he sits there
waiting for the final shutting of
the light
at the core of his
heart
there is perfect peace
his hands grasp
the hands of death
in total harmony
like the way the
sun sets on the west
like the way the moon
enters
the hallways of
darkness
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