I’m Sorry
I saw you then and knew you were dying
I couldn’t help and wanted to cry
I would have grabbed you and hugged you,
I would have helped you
But you were helpless, you were hopeless
A leukemia worm (one that was really you)
Had decided to have a feast
at your expense.
A final orgy, a final burst of life
The last flicker of flame in a jar
In a flash (a month can be a flash)
Your worm had eaten you alive.
Forgive me for not attending your funeral
Too many worms are feeding funerals.
I’m sorry.