March 13, 2010

Poem’s Epitaph

 now or then it might be
a letter a
chiseled sound-
shaped trace I

read at the funeral
a eulogy-filled
apology for not being
more attentive to language


                                  Here Lies
Poem (2008-2011)
                                               
                                                What
Is Written Here

                                                Is
What Is Written



and you know Poem didn’t mean
it in jest or to disrupt
the wake

more of a moreover, more
sanguine than that

I still write to Poem sometimes

long complaints and article
analysis resurrecting old
readings and opinions of Poem,

why she left and who followed

it is one of those moments
when you recognize loss           in an early morning daze, and

                        there Poem is again
                        agitated, vibrant,
                        reaching for the plums

2 comments:

Irene said...

poem knows that death is sacred beginning - no wonder she is:
"agitated, vibrant,
reaching for the plums"

friend said...

嘿,你的部落格不錯哦!........................................