David spent a lifetime overcoming his fears. God knows he had enough work to do, and not enough time to do it in. But the rhythms of the machines next to his bed, the regular interruption of intercom calls, and the hum of fluorescent lighting overhead all combined in his mind into one sickly dirge…
Tag: Death
Grave Sunshine
On reading W.B. Yeats’ “The Song of the Happy Shepherd” The poets in their foolish song Have captured for my reading Glimmers of their thoughts, long gone Desperately pleading. We walked in sunshine once as you And toiled after truth We gloried in our bodies once And reveled in our handsome youth We left our…
These Leaves
Original Publish Date: 11.1.00 I got a Thanksgiving card from Mom today With the reds, oranges, and yellows of fall Cut out of the cover into a string of leaves and a pumpkin. She is always on time with cards Inside, some pressed leaves, real ones Presumably from her yard, Or somewhere down the country…
Death
Original Publish Date: 7.1.1 Every ache Speaks of a time When we will meet You are the doorway through which Even the Saints must pass Sometimes I feel you Creeping up from behind Others, you are a distant Point of darkness That could spring up At a missed traffic light Or in a winter virus…
