The final disaster of the living

 Life is such an emergency for the disabled
Quality is sacrificed for speed on the hospital table
The doctor as expediente as the starved shark
drowning in the obligations we've acquired

I look toward the empty disappointed eyes
wheel chair access in the warm shade of midday
shaded old nostalgia yellowish tinge the stale image
almost a grin but too busy rushing and expecting

back to that solid proud exernal face setting
The dismay sons may bring unsettling
December brought no spring
just another nausea

The many acres of despondency you've all set up here
like a circus tent grey and drab
ill coat myself in it for the winter
that brave austerity

Silence comes on like a
chargrin turtled acid trip
delivering solid discontent to the gut
wheelchair access now blocked

move them like chess
move me with guilt
resentment with ease
flowers every autumn
before the blackness of winter swallows us up

and kills those of age with discretion
and synchronicity times last grain
the final disaster of the living
the journey of the damned