Monday, January 3, 2011


as each untimely
death marinates

we become attuned
to doom

and its callow misdirection,
the old masked shoulder-tap
and then the look
away, as in "who me?"

when friends fall
ill or die too
soon we might try
to deny how

close we were,
as if to achieve
immortality we need
only to demur.

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