he never told me, never taught me
nothin' about nothin'
but when, finally, on his deathbed
delerious from the chemotherapy
and the pain killers
he imagined that his house, his home,
was on fire, jumped up
and ran down the hospital corridor
trailing tubes and iv bottles
(they had to restrain him)
well, then, you know, I think
he finally said something.
- Anthony R. Nemmer
to Anthony
to Moongate