Modern Lament

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Hear me, oh God,
and explain this shit to me.
He was strong and healthy
yet he was torn from me
by microscopic enemies
sent to devour him.
You stand idly by while the machines beep
the morphine drips
and he fades away.
I know your power, God, your mercy and justice;
do not fuck with me.
I will not rest until you return him to me.
Go ahead. I’ll wait.
Hear this, oh God,
as you hear all the prayers of your people
and deal mercifully with them.
I will praise you all my days
until the machines beep
the morphine drips
and I fade into you in eternal rest.

by Cate Florenz