He said it …….

Actually he sang it…..

Gracious glee smeared across his face

Hoochie Hoochie MaMA

Those words linger in my minds eye forever

His toothless smile and bald head

Too young to be captured by a sterile bed

Everything too white for the imperfections of youth

Hoochie Hoochie Mama

Made us laugh in an atmosphere not conducive

How can they laugh when

Hoochie Hoochie Mama

Could be his last

Words

Watching him like a lab culture

Staring into his half opened eyes

Looking at their watches like

When

Ready to say time of death

Blah Blah Blah

He knew they would never predict his death

Sleeping in a chair next to machines keeping him alive

He shook me scared

Asking when and what if it happens in the night?

I never knew what to say except that it would be everything he imagined

Similar to that of a Quinton Terrentino film

Chaos would break and the world would be dreary

I told him I would smash the nurses watches and not give them the satisfaction

His last breath would be brilliant

His crystal blue eyes trusted my life’s promise

But the buzzzzz sounded in the morning

It sounded off like a

Drumming

Bass

Or maybe

A flesh

Eating buzzard

My knees collapsed

There was no smashing glass

No warriors

Just a soul

And an empty twenty eight year old body

The world went on

Checking their watches and worrying about being late

He breathed in his last breath

And preceded time