this does no good.
     it stays. it all stays right here:
the lost opportunities,
disappeared good days,
          the hole, the clot, the anger,
          the question, the fire and the cold -
     they weirdly stay.
death is dumb, so
      it does not apologize.
it does not hear my anguish;
         it is also deaf.
blind, death does not
   see my sorrow.
death is the three monkeys -
it ignores its evils.
but
death is real, and it hurts most the ones
           it does not take.