Mortalities Memorandum

1 February 2017

For her to die like that nobody there
not screaming for morphine in the ICU
Help! Help! Come here! Rub my feet!
A good death is humble noble lonely
cancer is lonely writing is lonely
Get it out on the airwaves the evening news
the front page of the Sydney Morning Herald
Name a prize after her call it the sad and lonely prize

I’ll never get over (not) having you as my mother
all the elegies in the world their beauties and occasions
compensate decompensate
dewey decimal dewy-eyed
I’ll take whatever’s going
An acre on Uranus seems like a bargain a future

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