Nothing the Stone Baby

There is nothing I can do

to make my husband better

or his dying easy

I thought today with bitterness

that cats in that state are put down by vets

in a moment, while their owners murmer comfort

in a moment they are gone

There was nothing "they " could do

to treat or extend his life

That offended both of us

Surely science had something in the bag

my husband with a brain the size of a planet

was always an optimist

believed in science, logic,  reason

and himself ,  his good destiny, and his hard work,

could solve every problem surely

but no

there was nothing

which now between waves of grief

lives in my belly like a stone baby

refusing to be delivered