Last Calls Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Last Calls

it was you we thought
lost in your bouts with death,

your arteries clogged with sorrow,
and the weightof a hefty beast crush on your chest,

when the midnight vestiges cleared,
you were found laying on the floor unconscious
dismissed by the angel of death
by seconds,

you should have had another
visit from the sun
of another day,
a day of care from best medicines.

filtering into the room for a visit,
the hordes of the living
instead of the ghost and the spirit,

yours now is a delegations of kindreds,
a revival of joy, to see your wife
friends laughing and glad
you have not left them,
without the words of saying goodbye.