Courting of Grief [Ward against Cancer]

They say he has cancer
words in sheep’s clothing
hungry, tooth heavy words
low and crawl
before the bite and thrashing
and you know the moment
when it all slows down?
when it .
all .
slooo.o.o..ws .
dowwwwn…
every detail emblazoned
as his start to fade
despite rescuing hands to sink
more softly – all I can hear is
her at my door:
Grief
… a fickle mistress
lingers outside the room
in the hallway just before winter
she,
laughs at a thought
brings tears a tear later
as she hurries you through
the swinging doors
she,
bustles the waitress
and refuses dinner
then calls her friend Guilt
to gossip as you sleep
she,
washes you in keenings
somber melodies of grieving
then picks you up to dance
at a bright light of hope
for which you know not its
origin, only she whispers it
and it must be true.
And be it or not, she waits
dressed as casual as a nightingale
and as regal as a raven
she waits
as do I
her mutterings to divinities
saturate my lips.
Grief
….a fickle mistress
lingers outside the room
in the hallway
just before winter
and long long long after
into the heavy nights of
spring.

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