Tuesday, May 25, 2010


what is there

to write about other than life
and death and why

we’re here?

what is there

to live for other than chasing
our tales and trying

to endure?

and we wonder
after towers fall, how
can we ever return
to poetry? how will we

be compelled to invent
in the face of certain death?

easy: what else is left?

1 comment:

aigner clark said...

gratitude. for all of it, whatever it is. for this, which will end, yes. yes. the whole thing.
but the gratitude.