Thinking about bill, dead of Aids

I really like this poem by williams, I think it was written at a time (1989) where people were so unaware of the disease and they treated anyone who had it with such descrimination.  Just like the lines “Thinking of friends afraid to shake your hand”  And you’re so tired by the reaction it that you (the person who has aides) just don’t say anything back.  And the ones that really loves you “kissed you, partly to persuade both you and us” So even they were sort of afraid.  The tone of the poem is so informing.  And if you pay attention to the form, you see six stanza going something like this aba, cdc, efe, ghg, so on and so forth.  I loved how the first two lines are so profoundly stated “We did not know the first thing about how blood surrenders to even the smallest threat”  and then it moves from the unattached to the sorrowful bond, and losing someone you love and not knowing how to react towards a person dying of such disease.  “Stopping, though, to set our smiles at the door.  We didn’t know what look would hurt you least.