I cannot lie
I cannot lie, I see him there,
death waits by without a care.
His rasping breath marks out his time
and I wish him dead
I cannot lie, I see his stare,
behind closed eyes his skull laid bare.
His stubbled face plays out the mime
and his life is bled
I cannot lie, I hear his prayer,
from deep within behind that glare.
His starving frame begins the climb
and his mind has fled
I cannot lie, I shape despair
to ease my pain I stroke his hair.
Beneath my hand his paradigm
and now his words unsaid
This time the lesson is for real
his ancient primer finally laid down.
I shut my eyes and try to feel
the syntax of his verb and noun.
I cannot lie, I know not where
to find him now I am his heir.
His very presence now sublime
a ghostly maidenhead.