Incurable

The death sentence came down
on the same day I lost patience
with my friend's workplace 
political campaign
I cried the tears for my little friend
whose cancerous body
will burn upon her death
and I also cried from tears of frustration
because not enough love
in this world could mend 
my two friends' bitter fights with each other
and I wondered what role I am supposed
to play in this all 
as I turned the pages of the book 
and went back to work
full of sorrow
yet resolved to do my best
in releasing my dying friend
and furry little kitty
and letting go as well 
of the need to fix two people 
caught up in an
incurable political 
and yet quite personal 
conflict.

Chicago, April 10, 2000