Thursday, May 27, 2010

In Passing


In Passing

The poet’s occupation,
death,
more gentle than the quill and stand,
softer than shorn fleece,
and kinder than she seems
to man,
is a poet’s inclination
toward
the graveclothes of a passing friend;
much more his own epitaph,
his someday’s final paragraph;
his end.

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