they pulled his plugs.
the air, the food, the wires,
the tubes.
they let him go out the way
he came in.
breathing on his own
until
the last breath was taken.
a token form of dignity
I guess.
a last gasp at giving him
some respect.
homeless, nearly penniless,
no car,
no family around,
a pack
of luckys and his phone
bill
left unopened on the bed.
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