At The Till – Poem: the prosaic courage of survival
Posted on October 1st, 2008 by Zettel Film Reviewer
At The Till
The old man’s
dying eyes
stared at me
cut to my soul
at the till
he knew and he knew
I knew too
gasping for breath
each defiant grasp
for life only
lasted two words
and then another
I am dying rattle
clutched my heart
at the till
I tried to put
Every ounce
Of comfort
I could find
into my tone
not my words
for they would
as they always do
lie
no consolation
no recompense
no relief
no solace
no escape
I met death today
face to face
at the till
and I could not
stop crying
at the till
Filed under: Loss, Philosophical