You, Fighter

A miracle of
timing, your death. I’ve got to
hand it to you. No

grimace, rictus. You
must have known you’d pulled it off.
Serenity if

not bliss. First your notes
to me became hard to read,
then your speech failed. Curse

the darkness! You fell
silent. A hospice nurse touched
you. “Hi,” she said, and

I think you said, “Hi.”
That was it. You’d fought the good
fight. No more fighting.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at and other sites.

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