Nothing Is Better, Nothing Is Best

At A Loss

He was out there in the cold,
And he was pissing blood, not much, but some.
We could not see it in the dark
And anyway we were eye to eye at the table,
But he knew pretty much what was going on
And so did we—that he was just outside the window
Yet he and you and I,
Whether taken as one or two or three,
Were at a total loss.

rcs.

3rd draft: 07/10/05
©2003 Ronald C. Southern

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