Skin and bones,
And the muscles straining---
I'm sorry, brother,
For your painful self-loss.
The eyes that had
The spark, silver-blue,
And the smile that held
Your life---drained now.
The silver ran down
Your ghost-thin cheek,
And you said that you were tired.
You lay back,
Like a fragile bird
With a body too heavy
For its wings;
Your breath was like a butterfly,
Flitting;
Your empty eyes, that last night,
Searching first,...
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