Eventide draws curtains false
The jackal, in earnest hunger calls
Kitchen counter is littered
Cake bits , veggies, eyelids shuttered
Too soon, there was no time
To brood and clean up the grime
It's time ,I told him , I can feel
It in my bones . A gentle smile
Your bones are
Very old dear
All the more reason
To rest them , from prison
Release them , cease work
Breaths count and take
Nothing much to fake
Don't count spoons and forks
Immaterial ,
All things material
You have left everything behind
In locked cupboards , don't mind
Your dreams slumber
You're already a mere
Hope's glimmer
Faint and afar
An insignificant star
In the multitudinous sky
You didn't even get to say goodbye
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