Tombstone Poetry
As my brain leaks
divulging what it shouldn’t
forgetting what it couldn’t
afford to speak
I feel like a tree lost its sap
somewhere up in Vermont
a victim of reverse détente
hardening, zapped …
O, once I was glib as a goose
my tongue a bow set tight
my wit an arrow, slicing left and right
deadly executioner with a noose
All’s now a faded memory
tombstone poetry in the cemetery
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