The Last Eve
written by: Victor Monsivais
Elegy for Ernesto Monsiváis
Death got closer
smelling of syringe and alcohol
uncomfortable silence
only broken by the hideous humming
of the oxygen tank
shattered breathing
when night befell
death was already there (beside you)
our sorrow could weep no more
your frugal spasms
your bed jolted
and time fought
to keep you upright
the walls wailed
then silence froze it all
your gaze
the springtime
your song
the next day (‘round eleven)
with an almost invisible haul
(it seems) that death
forever embraced you
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