his grief

after the man's wife passed
away from complications
on the operating table
he made a sign
and stood outside on the street
near the hospital.
in bold black letters
on a white board it read
this hospital killed my wife,
the love of my life.
he held the sign up
wit his shorts arms
in his worn brown suit
as the cars drove by.
day after day.
month into month. in time
the sign faded, the board
crumpled in the rain
and finally he was no longer
there with his grief.