Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Arthur

He is dying
in that hospital bed
with tubes and needles stuck in him.
There in white,
black and hazy,
an eclipsed sun,
curled up like a ‘c’.
Nurses and fans
gathered round
each wanting something from him.
I see him
softly humming purple orchestras
in his head.
The notes trapped beneath
his skin,
like the cancer.
I see him
hallucinating from the meds
drifting in and out of
the day
coming in colors
like the tide.
The bloody water
bringing in new life
and taking out the old.