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Friday, September 21, 2007

New Poem: On Being



On Being

the sentence is final / words compressed
as dead leaves in a bag / left for tomorrow

and why now / this ending foretold so
many times / the tide rolls in then out

can it be otherwise / a longer sentence
in which time prevails / tomorrow demands

our attention / yesterday's stones overturned
to reveal worms / wet guardians of decay

we all become compost / ashes ashes
we all fall down / did the dawn sneak past

what consequence / is any breath final
before the worms / dead leaves collect

behind my eyes / a skull filled with compost
as if it could be otherwise / time demands

and I collapse / the tide rolls in then out
seeking the sentence / but words fail


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