The guy on the bed script

The guy on the bed takes two breaths
I have hold of one leg and his sister one hand
and we’re sobbing.

I’m amazed at how quietly he dies
how beautiful everything is
with us holding him down on the bed.

His face is a mask of bone and need
and then the need falls away
and there is his shrunken body
covered with sores we’re no longer afraid to touch
because we’re no longer afraid of ourselves.

Death has found us,
and we’re no longer afraid
because we don’t have that time for that anymore.

*text adapted from David Wojnarowicz’s Close to the Knives