I am moved by death in many stubborn ways:
some news, an obituary, an in memoriam; but it is moving,
a slow passing into dying deep embers,
where the wound is unhurt,
uncut, only in oblivion.
I am moved by death in many stubborn ways:
some news, an obituary, an in memoriam; but it is moving,
a slow passing into dying deep embers,
where the wound is unhurt,
uncut, only in oblivion.
