Dream Song 36: The high ones die die. They die

 The high ones die, die.
 They die.
 You look up and who's there?
—Easy, easy, Mr Bones.
 I is on your side.

I smell your grief.

—I sent my grief away.
 I cannot care
forever.
 With them all align & again I died
and cried, and I have to live.


—Now there you exaggerate, Sah.
 We hafta die.

That is our 'pointed task.
 Love & die.

—Yes; that makes sense.

But what makes sense between, then? What if I
roiling & babbling & braining, brood on why and
just sat on the fence?

—I doubts you did or do.
 De choice is lost.

—It's fool's gold.
 But I go in for that.

The boy & the bear
looked at each other.
 Man all is tossed
& lost with groin-wounds by the grand bulls, cat.

William Falukner's where?

(Frost being still around.
)

Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem |

Poems are below...