We
want the dying
to be polite, stoic,
to face their pain
and the end
of their lives,
bravely, without
causing trouble,
unneccessary turmoil
and grief
to ourselves
as their days
run out into
the abyss.
We
don't want to see
them angry,
so that we
won't be upset,
that we can
sail as smoothly
as possible
through this time,
their suffering,
their death,
into our lives
beyond their
death.
We
are cruel
and selfish,
we who one day
are expected
to play the same
final role,
to be stoic and
not to be a burden,
not to hurt those
who still have
their lives
opening out.
26.09.2022
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