I Died, 'A') Special('Death'For...U.... Poem by James McLain

) It(was not easy, on you
watching me watch over
you.
Tenderly holding my eye's
as you placed them in my
palms.
No strings, attached optimally
speaking
my heart was still yours..for
you to touch...
Surgery was not a choice
how you persuaded the Doctor
to bypass my pulmonary vein
for your esophagus was never
in the consent form
to be fertilized
I sighed in my sleep
this is why I suspect you are the
Queen on the hill
I look down your belly swells from
the Nile's red landscape, my birth.