Herman Finley

I didn't tell you that, in the end, he begged For the end.  Death like the bed after The bedtime story.  Death like a widening Crack of light beneath the door. He begged them to let him Go so he could go.  Said I want To die.  Then said kill me.  Please. You and I endure that first pain. We just want to die.  People with that Other ultimately physical agony say Kill me and know they won't discuss it In therapy.  Kill me.  I’m thinking Of him today because I want to die And I am ashamed to say it.  My thinking Is red and sticky.  Rather than kill me, I'd like you to listen as I live In a perpetual whine.  Can’t I still be Somebody’s baby?  Say yes for yourself. Call me some time.  Every day I wish to die, Remind me how he insisted. Kill me.  And I’ll live again.