This, then still

There he lies.

The stench of death,
It lingers by ...

It is the death,
The one, he,
has longed for.

Now, I will rob him.
Of the death.
The  good death.

Soon will come the EMT,
The ambulance too.

The stench of death,
Tobe removed,
from his room.

As will he.

Doctors, their will be
And hospitals, too

Soon,
To be replaced,

By another, Room
In another, Place.

A living death,
With no stench,

Just desire,  unfulfilled

The good death,
I robbed him of,

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