I shall go to the hospital alone
sign the papers and then lapse
into unconsciousness. It shall be
dark in there, but I know
I will be happy.
When I have regained consciousness
I shall ask the nurse for the exact hour
and she will tell me.
There shall be no visitors for me.
Just the in-mates I shall come to know
as colleagues in the other beds.
Someone may come and say a prayer
to a bed or two next to mine
and a stranger will drop
a flower
at the foot of my bed.
The doctor will come and say:
"You won't make it, Paps."
And I'll say: "I know. It's time."
From KWAMRA: a season of harvest
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