Life Support

Sunday, and they switched off
My life support, made in Germany;
There was not much the consultant could do.
His registrar had a slightly dry cough
As he signed a form or two.
My brother latterly phoned my mother,
And she was much the same.
It’s such an everyday matter,
To wrench from the socket
A socket-shaped plug,
And the signing of a name.
We all do it, from time to time,
These imperceptible losses;
There’s no point being upset they said,
Move on to other moments.
When I awoke, it was simply too late,
All we could do was obliterate
How I loved you from the very start,
Carved your name into my heart,
But carving hearts will not restart
What is dead and long-since buried.

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