differentials

the resuscitation of the never-been-revived as I remember it

You didn’t believe
You could clear the way
You could breathe the life back
You could push the beating back
You could bring the warmth back.
But you did go on
Without knowing why
Or pretending not to know why
You wore the whites
To be the grace, the savior
Limp. Lifeless. Lost.
And it was done
It was the wailing of a woman
Who birthed the child
Of doom, of winding agony
Of the guilt, of the shock
You gave the life
You took it away
It was the anger of the supposed savior
Suspecting, unknowing
Commanding and failing.
Limp. Lifeless. Lost.
It’s time to move on.
Breathe.

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