The Dead Man's Message to His Grieving Widow

One lurch of the blood muscle, my brain drunk on its final fix of oxygen, and I remembered everything that mattered. I was over my head in twilight. In the distance, large stone buildings swelled with darkness. Your face, white and insistent among the shadows, was a composite of human pain. I am rested now, after those years of looking for somewhere to lie down. Watching the stars graze all night across the blue-dark, I have grown beautiful beyond recognition.