Sunday, January 20, 2019

William’s Valentine

This is a Polaroid poem
Taken of a large gravestone
Though the date of death
 
Keeps shifting and blurring
First it’s 1863 then 1282 then 497
And the date of birth 865
 
Or 1687 the more I peer
One calculates he lived three years
Another more than a couple thousand
 
One could even prove he died
Several decades before he was born
So thorough was his life
 
But the angel of death is a real person
Staring off as if waiting for him
On an adjacent pedestal

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