Just as gilding sun spills out to mark us
a vulture waits beside the shore carcass.
In the sickhouse, they call my life-save hacks
crazy, choose toxic means for an attack
on fragile balance twined through this lifeline.
All the latest masking trends upend fine-
tuning. Our most upsetting goal: to die
peacefully at home ignored. Crow flies by.
A mourning dove bursts into view, a clue
we should pursue peaceful means beyond greed-
led pharma’s frantic search for one pill more
to throw across the threshold of death’s door.