Hospice

Written by: Glen Enloe

Giving up,
we lose ourselves
in soft denials,
tally up bone-tinted
Kodaks – recall
brief glints of eye,
succinct resemblances
of generations. 

Listlessly,
we wait
death’s domination—
cool brushes
of wind,
flutterings 
of waxen wings
& last breaths,
dusky, distant
as the webbed
membranes
of memories.