Present tense
where the present goes
backward instead of forward
I saw her dressing herself
to dress the dead
this kept body treated
all in paint
with art
with odd love
Poems on the topic: death
Poems on the topic “death” on Poets.by.
In Memoriam
such a noble sacrifice the forest made
in its battle with the saw
it deserves no less than a full plantation of stumps
erasers white with chalk
erected in loving forgetfulness
of the blackboard
a stone tossed into still water
always lands in the center of a target
of spreading years
how well we know them then
these unknown dead
Last rites
my breath rattled
the pigeons went quiet
doors come to be great friends
with the dead
I eat my afterself
and depart into story
the coroner will be called
to examine my joy
Corpse meditation
dancing on my own grave
a foolish and simple act
I have met this body
in unmeeting it
a mission to a thing that can do nothing
for all its great noise
Consumers
thinking to alter
our minds we eat
the whole war
and cook the dead
our creature
aching to go home
Comestibles
death and I ate the hours
with full satisfaction
at a little place ate
a six-discourse dinner
at home ate sad news
ate a body ate a heart
a thin piece of me likely
to contract
Decomposure
one evening
dangerous in memory
I died
my hands
understand me
or some melancholy any thing
Memento mori
dinner on the boil
it is a miracle to me how
like a changeling
beyond all imitation of a face
I am old today
The Hanged Man
who takes an hour to make
despair an enemy
and their doubtful body trust
in another
if he should suddenly die
there is nothing but what
is undercover now
is life therefore a letter from myself
which to answer I will
be accountable for
among other things I wish
on the cards
Good grief
mourning comes
with all the small doors
that nobody might pass
a sad house am I
death should erupt
not return us to nothing
is this the best way
not knowing
Making room
holiday eating
in the midst of the dead
a finger down his throat
brought him to life again
Adversarial
who died this morning
who broke
who was unready
I walked up and down
above and below
the questions answered me
how lewdly they talk
and how poor a pit
is the belly
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