in sickness and in mourning

for months,

i have held my entails towards

heaven, here i am dear god

do your best, do your worst

but i won’t ask for fire

this fever already burns like hell

every year in august

i count how long a man can disappear

without a trace

or a word from the other side

for bodies decay and spirits die

at the hospital the other day,

i tried to recall god

at their best and at their worst

but i don’t forget the fire

always at my door

a letter from hell

i hope my father is not there