white sheet floating helpless

by markk

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-05-14 14:02:00

i hear ye bark with
absolute certainty that
‘aids is god’s vengence
on fags,’ you with yr
ominous smirk & empty eyes
devoid of emotion.
where did you hit
the wall? when did yr
love run out of gas
like an old chevy on
a lonely back road?
i don’t know a lot,
but i do know this,
you don’t know the
first thing about god,
but that man ye speak
of, dying from aids,
now at death’s door,
thin in a bag of bones,
white sheet floating helpless
across stick thighs,
he knows a little
something & (final
smile suspended
upon eternal face)
I trust him more than you

— markk