Why is it,
That the Dying are sometimes Vicious,
just before the End?

Is it the betrayal of Cancerous thoughts,
Raging in the face of those who Love them?

Sad Victory for the End, that would be.....
a veil upon shared moments of Goodness.
a last Laugh, by the shadow lingering  Shame

Peace is made Invisible by Nothing.
No Hope for That which already IS
The consolation?  Victory,
for a War never to be fought

Is a Man so Blessed
that he can go Hungry for Love,
even from the most High Buddha?

If So, this is Not a Ladder to Eternity..
Rather, just another broken rung and rail,
carved unwanted Branches taken from the Tree of Life

No Reason to admonish a dying man
His mate has been the Kindness of the Mother.
It is she
who brings Honor to the family,
and Eyes to the unseeing.

Blessings Upon Her now,
for the Gift of True compassion.

Peace .
And So It Is.