they remove
air, the tubes, the lines,
the tethers of life
that are holding
him here.
but he refuses to leave.
lying there
in cold white sheets,
at peace,
at last, still breathing,
still
waiting on the steps
to be picked
up and taken
to work.
something within him
clings
to whatever this world
offers.
as do we all.
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