Heavy Handed Sonnet, Or, Please Take Care Of Your Health, If Not For Yourself, Then For Us

 Explicit Title:

(above)

Complicit Title:

On Meeting With A Dear Friend, 

Or, 

Prayer To Rouse Action To Keep Death Longer Still At Bay

Implicit Title:

Don’t Make Me Intervene,

Or,

If You Do Not See A Doctor I’ll Get A Posse Together & Drag You

Explicit Title: 

Heavy Handed Sonnet, 

Or, 

Please Take Care Of Your Health, If Not For Yourself, Then For Us

Complicit Title:

On Meeting With A Dear Friend, 

Or, 

Prayer To Rouse Action To Keep Death Longer Still At Bay

Implicit Title:

Don’t Make Me Intervene,

Or,

If You Do Not See A Doctor I’ll Get A Posse Together & Drag You

Realizing that you know as someone you know should know —

Should, & could, & would have, I’m sure, but for embarrassment of Fear —

That & pain & reticence to lose a still quite bearable right now —

A comfort slowly, surely vanishing as draws closer what is near –

All too near.  Immanent.  Certain proof of our demise —

The disintegration of the the only place we’re always found to be —

Since no hope avert this nor avoid, we must, an we be wise,

Take at least what steps by serendipity allowéd to us to see —

How much more when we consider with what gifts we have been blessed —

How much more than that to think of joys we’ve yet to taste —

How much cannot be fathoméd, can be at most but badly guessed,

But not to undertake such research is by all accounts —  a waste —

Ask anyone of us who loves you, needs you — functional — by our side —

You cannot be there for anyone you know — if suddenly — you died —