a poem

YELLOW MAN

Yellow man sits
alone with his mortality
an end too soon, too
painful to hope,
Deserted by both medical
science and a wife who
loves too much. Good bye
cannot be said now.
Yellow man sits in
this empty place, a verse
the only word. Bread
and wine speak eternity
crucified.
he waits in silence.

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