[stylist] Poem - "Death" - Final (?) Draft
William L Houts
lukaeon at gmail.com
Wed Nov 5 12:09:53 UTC 2014
Good Morning,
Here's a Big Topic poem I wrote a couple of months ago, one of those big
perennial subject poems which everyone wants to write and rarely gets
to. I'm not saying this one is Dante or something, but I think it has
legs and goes places.
--Bill
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*Death *
We turn away, seeking some safe
direction but landing on down.
If Death said anything, saw anything,
it might be our eyes and mouths: closing, closing,
lids aflutter before the final fix.
Of course I'm making myth when all
myths are silly, senile:stories for the terrified at
sixty or six.But I've got a sense,
a sneaky notion that
something precious persists afterwise,
something unknown, unhoped for, more gracious
than we commonly allow for after years
of daily dirge. We're worth it, you know,
even our worst. And we might keep baseball
and sewing and fudge. I'll not say more, except
to guess that death is the grandest of pantomimes:
passionate, keen, false as movieland ghouls
--and black and white harsh.
WLH 11/5/14
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