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 >