I’ll care for him

As long as I need

Dab cool cloth on forehead

Loving gestures aplenty

A sip of water soothes

His parched throat

Fed on herbs

Specially picked

And fresh hare

Invigorating mixture

IV collects crimson life

Bags of it line my cooler

His back a mess

Of pustulant bedsores

His arms chained

Frail little things

His face is gaunt

But eyes alit

And his heart beats

Still strong and full

Of such wondrous nectar

Yes indeed

I’ll care for him

As long as I need

Sustenance