One Poem. One Planet. April 2, 2017

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2.
When his nurse enters his room
he does not turn to her
but remains steadfast
as any dying man can be
witnessing a revelation
only he can see

“What has happened, Herr Kafka?”

when he does not answer
she re-smooths the fever
against his skull, bringing him back
to his tremors, to his bed
while beyond the window frame
something brilliant shatters
and drops silent as snow
out of a broken sky that reveals
nothing more than average weather
for the rest of his life.

Ulcerations in his throat
have consumed his speech
weeks prior and still the healthy
converse through their memories of him
avoiding the future

Something happened in this room

but the nurse does not catch on
and shuts the drapes so he will rest.

After he is dead, the last things to go,
scraps of paper on his bedside table
how he tried to tell them
the sentence in his own handwriting

There was a bird in the room.

-Arlitia Jones
April 2, 1017

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