He Plummeted

Nina Bennett

He plummeted

into madness
as if into a run
for the Olympic bobsled team,
careened, thrashed,


into the rails
of his hospital bed,
about hidden
microphones, a plot
between his doctor and Visa
to keep the cure
for AIDS secret.

Eyes darted
from window
as he yanked
his IV line,
about truth serum,
he won’t tell,
we can’t make him

He had been a nurse, took care
of his lover and too many
friends. Nobody left now
to care for him. He died

in a nursing home
while his support group met
without him, while they
held hands to end the meeting
with a prayer.

About the poet:

Nina Bennett, author of Forgotten Tears: A Grandmother’s Journey Through Grief, is a psychologist who has worked in the HIV field since the beginning of the epidemic. She has a subspecialty in bereavement issues, with a focus on perinatal loss. Her poetry and essays have appeared in numerous publications, including The Yale Journal for Humanities in MedicineAlehouseOranges & SardinesPhiladelphia StoriesThe Broadkill ReviewGrief Digest Magazine and the anthology Mourning Sickness.

About the poem:

“For many years I facilitated a support group for people living with HIV. The man in this poem lived with and died of complications of HIV/AIDS in the days before combination therapy.”

Poetry editors:

Judy Schaefer and Johanna Shapiro

About the Poem

Share on facebook
Share on google
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin
Share on email


Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

More Poems

Popular Tags
Scroll to Top