Famous Last Words
July 8 2023
They say hearing is the last to go.
Not sight or smell
and taste went long ago,
done in
by dry mouth
and the flat metallic nullity
of powerful drugs.
So you talk,
presuming someone in there
is listening in.
But what about touch
the most intimate sense?
Even though the delicate skin
punctured and bruised, and easily sloughed
feels cold
and paper-thin.
Was that a fluttering of eyes
and slight turn of the head
at the sound of my voice?
And did the clawed hand
grasp ever so slightly
when I slid in mine?
We all bent close
and cocked our ears,
but there was nothing to hear,
just the whirrr of the IV
and the usual hospital cacophony.
No great pronouncement
or whispered confidence,
no jewel of wisdom
passed on.
The last words
weren't his.
It was me, saying something frivolous
to put us all at ease.
What I should have said
and actually did,
before the feeble grip released
the hand slipped away.
How odd
for a man of words
who loved to talk, and think deep thoughts
that the final act of life
was not philosophy
or rhetoric
or something for posterity
but elemental touch.
In a quiet room
the simplest expression of love.
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