You Are Dying

Before my eyes you fade

Your bathroom floor,

         sticky from past urine

         a stench

Shit

         stains your sheets

         and underpants

Diaper worn

You forget

         (as do I)

How could someone

         So giving

         So loving

         So marvelous

End in such sorrow and waste?

Would it be wrong

         to assist a man

         who wishes to die?

Would it be wrong

         to hand you a revolver—

         your lasting wish?

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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