he died
i went to his sterile room
where
the machine
breathed air
into his lungs.
his hair pulled back
by a white
bandage.
he was there,
but not there.
the wink, the smile,
the grin.
the cursing
was out of him.
i said a few words.
said a prayer,
then let him go
to where
he needed be.
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