Monday, September 8, 2014

realm of the dead bird

Found Poem from Cunningham's The Hours

          after the mourners
          have laid down wreaths
          wheels have rolled away
          the grave remains
          this cemetery feeling
          body tiny even for a bird
          utterly unalive, a lost
          handful of death

          how much more space 
          a being occupies in life

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