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