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 karaōke 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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