The Last Eve, a poem by Victor Monsivais at Spillwords.com
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The Last Eve

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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