Hey Max stick around a while -that heat does not seem to be cheering you up
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of Max Richards
Sent: 29 January 2014 06:58
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Subject: 'My posthumous poem'
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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