The hand that spent it’s time guiding
Your ailing body now recoils in
Undisguised hate, as if at last they
See the real you, caught beneath baggy
Flesh, drooping eyes and drooling mouth,

So much for all your years in politics,
Playing the games that gave you this
Name now, no turning back, words
That came so easy to your smiling lips
Now stumble, broken on a parched tongue,

The feet that carried you, turn onto
Another path, it leads away from here,
Away from you, flashes of history
Flutter behind your closing lids, and
Now you know, this is the end, moments
You had forgotten become clear, the face
That smiled at you now snears,

Distorted words batter your failing
Ears, making sure you understand, now
You see the face clearly, cataracts backing
Away, briefly, that face, your love
Reflected in anothers eyes, the same
Pout that graced her mouth, the glowing
Green of death’s gaze, her eyes, dulled,
That’s how you remember them, dead,
Yes milky in her death, but here they are
Again, reproaching your long life, screaming
How fitting this is, you killed the mother,
And in your child you drown in blood