Bonhoeffer for breakfast
the dying dance of life
for lunch
a mother distraught for
mid-day almost tea
a trip over the mountains
and to another state (of being)
and drugs for the dying
for a snack
tea and sympathy for supper
standing on the porch
smoking cigarettes and talking
in that passing-the-time way
of neighbors and friends now
comrades in arms as he lay
dying for a late-night repast
the table was laden today
and of it all I did eat
