Rabbi.

I keep hearing the rhythm of the rabbis voice;

'And now say: Amen.'

Say it if it helps but don't say it for my sake,

my sake is lying motionless with me.

I keep thinking in the rhythm of the rabbis voice;

the ups and the downs

eyes and chins to the ground

so tears can roll easily

and he

can speak

calmly so we

can understand

and he can recite poetry

and he can recite prayers

and I can hear

and I can think

in the rhytm of the rabbis of the voice.

Say it if it helps,

if you need to,

if you think it is the right thing to do,

for you,

but do not say it for my sake;

My sake has been forsaken by my mortality.

For you

say it

but do

not

say it for me.

Say it by me

as I lay.

And I'll know, just before I stop knowing,

that I'll lay by you and you will think it was the right thing to do,

by you.

But do

not do

it for me.

Listen carefully to the ups and down chins to the ground

of the rabbis voice.

I am certain that he will recite poetry.

For you.

For me.

For my sake lying cold with me.