for Riv
My friend, I cannot
watch you, miles away,
intubated, awash
with medicine, cordoned
amid a hush of mechanical
saviors. I cannot sing
with you, your unabashed 
heart brimming with
life in dark nights
of karaoke and root

I would rather have offered 
parts of my body, to keep
you encompassed among
As I live,
as I die, I would rather have
you piecemeal than
not at all.

I could pluck
my beard, cry out
in the wilderness, I
could burn a blessed
candle and offer your
pain to God.

But, I respect your 
unbelief and 
though this
I cannot pray for

my friend,

I will 
with you
and hope.

16 thoughts on “Vigil

  1. can i please share this with his family and friends in a group message that had been set up to provide details regarding chris’s condition and now plans for aftercare? this is very touching and im sure his family would love to have this poem.

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