Dearth

It wouldn't be the last

time, you said.  I felt

sure that my fingers

were gone from one

hand.  I was certain

all my extremities were

wilting fast, like some

time-lapsed montage

of savannah life-cycles.

In spite, I wouldn't wish

health upon a friend.  Nor

would I cry.  I'd rather

stand alone, purge eternity

from all memory of

this hapless man.