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I cannot laugh at death 

I cannot mock it

No, not even the potential of it

Having watched a life erode

Having made decisions for the end of it

I wish it on one, even the vilest 

I cannot laugh at death

Some lines cannot be crossed 

modus operandi

too easily too often I 

settle into logic

read verbatim 

miss the nuance of intent

apologize for being me

it feels frivolous to want

is anyone else weary?

like…in their bones?

heart and soul never mending 

while the world forgets 

the time we lost

while physical emotional afflictions

linger lasting line a veil

it feels frivolous to want