Saturday, April 24, 2010

sweet undreaming

the gravedigger
is our final caregiver

a mother-like task

tucking us in
the cozy dirt

the back of the spade
patting the loose
earth smooth

for that long
last sleep
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.