Thursday, May 31, 2012

When I Die: A Poem

When I die
read nothing that rhymes
and tastes like sugar

read some Rilke
something fierce
and raw

something that
shapes the awe
and cloud

that compels us
toward the mystery
of what has not yet
appeared.

1 comment:

  1. This is fierce and raw. Powerful stuff. Thanks, Jerry.

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