The V.A. Patient


I’ve looked a broken man in the eyes
As he pleaded for me to end
His suffering.
Barely a whisper;
Took me a moment to realize
Through the mumbles and sighs
Of pain
That he was asking me to let him
Go home.

He had no home;
No children,
No family.
He died in a bed in a hospital
And was carried to a hole
By some men who were paid to do so.