Loving the Dead

In the realm of the unbearable,

doctor promises to make him comfortable.

This is how the plug is pulled.

Blind to suffering.

Blind to joy.

Yes, from above each looks

just as a graveyard.

Beneath all this,

he was never infinate.

I believed the body

contained the soul--

eye for eye,

dust to dust.

To love the dead

is endless tears.

That desperate unknown

from the scar you pass on.