Epitaph

when i dies
no president will eulogize me
no chiefs of state will speechify
weeping women will not cry
or wipe their streaming eyes
when i dies

when i’m dead
no kings or heads of state
will attend or orate
no pontiff will pontificate
the wheels of commerce will not cease to grind and grate
and race ahead
when i’m dead

when i dies
the world will still be filled with the sighs
of the hungry
the moon and sun will rise
and fall in their starry skies
when i dies

7/22/96

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s