DEATH AND POETRY My poem "Death and Poetry" is the featured poem of the day at Rattle today.   The title makes the poem sound gloomy but I don't think it is -- but maybe I have a high gloominess t…

DEATH AND POETRY
My poem "Death and Poetry" is the featured poem of the day at Rattle today.
 
The title makes the poem sound gloomy but I don't think it is -- but maybe I have a high gloominess threshold.
 
Anyway, you can read the poem here and also hear me read it.
 
Really.
 
There's a link after the poem for the audio version of the poem. Just click on it and my voice will come booming through.
 
Thanks to the editor Timothy Green for setting all this up.
 
DEATH AND POETRY
 
Somewhere there are shadows,
My mother in a doorway, my father
Standing by a fence. You must have
Your own shadows. The dead in one
Another’s arms. The black hearse.
Someone you love behind the curtains.
 
I remember Abbott and Costello,
Two dead comedians, joking about curtains:
“It’s curtains for me, curtains for you,”
Then the curtains part and the killer
Appears and says, “Slowly I turn,”
But it’s never slowly enough,
 
And suddenly you’re there
With your own dead and your own
Dying, and nothing feels closer to you
Than the wow moment when you won’t
Be you but some scattered, tattered
Discombobulation of purposeless ions,
 
The dust that suddenly is last week’s lunch
And this week’s memories of everything
That will not last, and you’re not laughing
Although you once did at Abbott and Costello
Or maybe it was the Three Stooges grinding
On about how slowly death comes.
 
Less carriage ride than bullet, it’s here now
And all of these words are so purposeless
That it’s a good thing I’m writing all of this
Down now because if I were to wait
Until the moment of my own death
I would just wave these words away.
 

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on December 12, 2016 at 3:20pm

R&L  There's always gallows humor and irony in the early comedy of the 20th Century.  At last count it's 17 times that I could have been, should have been dead... must be some reason I'm still here.  Maybe it's for the fun of laughing at gallows humor. R&L

Comment by nerd cred on December 12, 2016 at 4:30pm

I don't really relate to death. I wonder what that means. Or if I should since I can't really last that much longer.

Comment by Alysa Salzberg on December 13, 2016 at 7:50am

Congratulations on having this poem featured - and it is more than merited.  This is my favorite poem of yours. Hearing you read it was amazing. Not all poets' voices match with their work in my mind, but your voice perfectly fits this piece and you intoned everything perfectly.  The writing is itself perfect - I just loved the whole experience.  Thanks for a moment of beauty and profound (and sobering) thought in the midst of a busy day. 

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