Rachel McKibbens - Greetings from the House of Logic

Close to the end
we were told
to push the button
every eight minutes

were handed pamphlets
on how to accept
the death of our loved one.

After her kidneys shut down,
the nurse shook her head.
No more liquids.

Desperate rules for the dying.

Tell me you could have resisted
when she sat up for the first time
in three days, grey lids heavied
in a Morphine fog

and pleaded only for water.
What person wouldn’t abide?
Wouldn’t burn down
the tarnished face of God,
if they could?

thanks to The Bakery