Again

Again, it's that night again.

He's breathing softly once again.

That mustard breath of earth 

around this room again, the water 

spilling from my eyes again, 

that start and stop and start

again, 

and here's the priest to say 

again, you and I are dying, too, 

my dear,

he is only dying faster.

I hear those words again.

I hear them now.