Table of Contents - Vol. VIII, No. 3
I thumb through a book sale treasure
I have owned for years, and often read,
and realize "The New Poets" are all
old... or dead.
wood finds no pleasure
as part of the violin
music is for ears
(Two Butterfly Cinquains after Dylan Thomas, William Shakespeare, and A. E. Houseman)
to mourn the death,
by fire, of a fireman.
If a house of your worship falls
your head, then God-- who can pluck the
wings from every fly,
and allots how
wanted you dead!
Mercenary, you took
your pay, you earned your fame, now eat
Remember, after this first death
there are no more... after
all this, there is
© David Edwards