The Last Letter

[billy]

when my body prepares
to imprison me in silence,
walking me towards my maple cell,
it will casually ask
for a last request
and I will have none,
if maple cell or cedar cell is a coffin reference it doesn't work well for me, i could just be a location thing though. if it had been a pine cell i'd have caught it straight away.

not even a final word
to be remembered by
as they have all run out
like chairs at a table.
i like the analogy but think pulled instead of run would work better

All that will be left
inside this belabored box
is an M i'm confused with the M thing
small enough
to be carried in a pocket,
while still too large
to crumple into a farewell, even more so if it's possible

potent enough
to poison certainty to doubt would 'into' work better
and still show delight
before a meal.

M
one letter to show a thousand,
one sound to shut a mouth.

How unfortunate
to not have used it sooner,
to live without
the curves
of the pill
on my tongue,

to remember it
at the moment
the door is closed
and there is nothing more
to say.

i really tried to work out the M but failed. the poem flows well enough but the M disorientates me. i thought of meth but felt it couldn't be that.
i really would like to see a bit more of the M in order for the poem to work well.

i enjoyed the lines:
small enough
to be carried in a pocket,
while still too large
to crumple into a farewell, they're quite poignant
jmo
thanks for the read.