Having given to fate
a hostage, it's you
that suffers terrors, insensible, alarming
on their behalf,
a vital organ attached by a nerve
but let free.
The nightmare of colic, fever,
the broken bone,
even the thought that
they won't be happy.
And when that nerve has been
stretched until
you don't know where or how
they are now,
even worse than death
things at last
appear.
Life can be terrible and it isn't true
that you don't get more than you can
endure.
There's worse than death to fear,
and that is
it's horrid comfort to you:
nothing to fear after,
evermore.
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