O My Sweet Friend

Glad I have a Lordly friend
to slow march
ahead of the ambulance
as they take me to the doldrums
and
I can still imagine how many are following me
the times with reunion at the cemetery
Ridilieu on Park Street

I could imagine
they called an ambulance
to take me to the hospital
the doc moved me to the hospice
and
the nurse asked
what could she do with a cold body

they moved me on to the mortuary
all waited for an opportunity
a week's time in waiting
the end was nearing
they hastened it

but then
all this is pure imagery
smile with me
I am still living

All life is a hallucination
a mystery
composing sweetened poetry