Irrefutable haven

Completely emaciated, as you lay

They rolled you out in front of me

Your unregistering eyes stared blankly

I lost my identity for the umpteenth time.

There was no storm brewing, no lull before

Indifference ?, totally unmoved I remained

Your hand, flimsy, frail and glacial to touch

Unassured of the life you occupied for decades.

Where does it go from here, just the journey's end

Or somewhere a little more civilized than hither

My appeal and prayer that you do, wherever it is

That you head to next is more forgiving and receptive ...