Wednesday, April 28, 2010

I Weep For Poems And People

(For My Aunts Pearl and Louise Who Died The Same Day This Week)

I weep for poems that went astray
And people who seem long-gone as dust
That some ill wind blew away eons ago,
But they only now have died.

I weep as if for a stranger on a sinking ship or for
That fraught overwrought final bearer at the eternal pall—
We’re dead-fast running out of time
And good simple souls and tissues for our tears.


Current draft: 4/28/2010
Created on 4/26/2010 3:51 PM

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