Delightful undead poem, Max. 'as if there'd/always be time' good. Should we expect more vampyric output? The sufferance repetition? Trawled drafts are we meant to think? Apparently there is a paying job for facebook undertakers or those who will back-remove your online existence post-carking.
Bill
> On 29 Jan 2014, at 5:58 pm, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> My posthumous poem
>
>
> singular or several, found
> variously in notebooks, and
>
> emails self-addressed
> or not sent, as if there'd
>
> always be time, expresses
> hesitant surprise -
>
> never in a long life any sort
> of believer - so much a sceptic
>
> it seemed a disability - doubting
> faith also doubting doubt
>
> Well, I was only here on
> sufferance
>
> I was here only on
> sufferance
>
> I was here on
> sufferance only
>
> The older the tree
> deeper and darker
>
> the lesions on its trunk
> where limbs broke
>
> and were removed
> thresholds to the
>
> interior whence
> life welled up once
>
> now monuments
> to experience
>
> Elm, deep in your dark
> cavity, receive the contents
>
> of this my opened
> upended crematory urn
>
> Many a slip between
> mind and fingertip
>
> mind and lip
>
> unbeknownst
>
> failing sight
>
> faltering step
>
> nobody's fault
>
> impaired vision
>
> time always short
>
> time a stop was put to it
>
> and so it was
>
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