Musings on Fanconi

[anarchistdfc]

The hardest thing to do is be;
Faced forever by those that came before
One cannot flee,
but must take the netherworld tour.

For it not for those we love
the time spent wandering would be for not.
Dawn us now the protective glove
to touch the sickly ones we sought.

Found now in those sacred places:
Their bodies all laurel wreathed
with smiles on their waxen faces.
The final moment of peace bequeathed.

Yet what of us that are left behind?
Were we not worthy of release?
What have we now but our lost mind
and our comforting beliefs?