Dying to Go

He was not a man of suavity or grace
This clipboard-bearing white-jacketed monolith
A cancer himself
“You are going to die”
Words stark on the night
Naked, weighing tons
Instead of protesting
I transmuted the lead
Turned the words inward
“I am dying to go….
Dying to go where light is
Dying to go where the sound of the water is
Dying to go where my body weighs nothing
And the angels are holding my soul”