“Oh I should ask before you die
for blessing on my head,
but, Uncle, may I ask you why
you’re here on a fold-out bed?”
“Good question!” says the hospice nurse,
not the shrinking sort.
She tells us all about the curse
of poor lumbar support.
“Our bedroom window gives a view
of sunrise on the lake.
Nancy loves to wake up to
that view and look and look.
It is a great but fragile work
my dying right beneath
would tend to make a little dark
hung in a frame of death.”
Then how could you make fun of one
who, for beauty’s sake,
pre-dredged his body from the sun–
rise on Silver Lake?