last act

dying with courage is the last act

i wait to complete, emptying the body

with all its craving and envy to enjoy

the ecstasy of no more misery

then i shall join the multitude

of my ancestors hitherto have departed

to the enviable mansion; happy

they are now with no more tears, nor pain

many men and women struggle to depart

this life with ease avariciously clinging

to this world with ache; emancipation

they see not in healing death

henry victor     29.10.2002

the stupid wretched

in your presence i am speechless

and my vocabulary, an empty cup, inadequate
to describe my view, and my concepts
of you falter to provide a handle

to deal with your splendid Being

so huge, too large for my puny mind;
hence, i sit still and in silence my soul
wonders, wandering into the Ocean, the Soul

but i am trapped in that cage i have built

carefully for years fifty and more eight
increasing my urge to cling to the un-cling-able;
rescue this wretched from the imminent death!