There I was one nation under God admiring poetry on her last mattress of metaphors right before she'd say no more and I knew in this barely awake state she was congealing on the cellular levelΒ Β toward it doesn't matter no more, but I kept whispering in her ear "You are beautiful"~ one last limp effort to tranquilize the transformation and when she gave up everything for sight beyond this world I realized what a crumb I was