he gave up

walking back through the fields

each step taking us away from the deceased

we had just buried.

a colleague walking next to me

started to reminisce:

the man lived a full life

so when he was he hospitalised he gave up.

lions do not fight?

is that right ?

each step took us further away from him

i guess he did not read dylan thomas

he did not rage against the dying of the light

did not fight to survive

let machines take over his life

the indignity of being kept

alive

i made sure the son of the deceased saw me

i made sure he saw me before i left him all alone

please remember to vote for me

i made the trip

and did not just commiserate on the phone.