The Unsaid

The woman appeared from the dark street

as old as the night, clad in black

'I have nothing, doctor,' she said

My heart stopped as I dropped through time and space

'I will give you my bones, as much as they can sustain you. Here is my blood so that it gives you new life. I will tear my soul's path to place it in your direction. That which is mine can be yours.'

All this I did not say

I walked by silent

The pleas of the countless

the anguish of the living

the impossibilities of the poor