Iron Harvest is Mick's first published poetry collection, published by Cyberwit.
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One Thing More
His fingers kept time on the hospital tray
whose frame cantilevered the width of the bed –
we knew that his breath was slipping away.
His free hand held mine and he asked me to stay;
it went without saying – we left it unsaid.
His fingers kept time on the hospital tray.
His skin somewhat colder, complexion more grey;
the calm in his eyes was tempering my dread –
we knew that his breath was slipping away.
I think of the things it’s my duty to say;
words won’t form sentences inside my head.
His fingers kept time on the hospital tray.
There is one thing more, his eyes seemed to say
then it’s time I faced up to what lies ahead.
We knew that his breath was slipping away.
He reached for the mask, pulled it sharply away:
I’m so proud of all you’ve achieved, he said.
His fingers kept time on the hospital tray –
we knew that his breath was slipping away.