These are just a couple of short poems about someone
who passed away this year.
This one's called "The Surprise."
"You are so weak and mostly you sleep.
But at times you leap up, rip out your drip,
and kick your husband in the thigh.
Unvanquished, you walk naked into night,
toward your brother, your father,
the two dead men who have come to take you to the other side.
What we didn't know, what takes us by surprise,
is this rage, the rage it takes you to die."