We are Proletariat Bronze
By Small And Small: Midnight To 4 a.m.
by Jack Gilbert

For eleven years I have regretted it, 
regretted that I did not do what 
I wanted to do as I sat there those 
four hours watching her die. I wanted 
to crawl in among the machinery 
and hold her in my arms, knowing 
the elementary, leftover bit of her 
mind would dimly recognize it was me 
carrying her to where she was going.