She Moves On…



by Pavel Chichikov

She looks out her window

I know her garden

The lawn sloping down to the narrow canal

She waits for the shapeless one to enter –

Death who has nothing

To call his own

For she has renounced all analgesis

Except for the patch

They put on her skin

All food and water

Except for the modicum

A short way to go and she travels lightly

She is the mistress now, not prey,

Though she may not

Refuse to go

And when he comes in

He will be the familiar friend

Whom she knows and not the foe

He is the friend

Who knew her to love,

It will not be the end

When she moves on

I know why she needs

No more than her eyes

For she has riches

To give when she dies

Pavel's Websites are at The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov and Catholic Images by Pavel Chichikov

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