a slow breath for death
in heavily and out
he's floating floating
unnnnnhh ohhh
floating he's lying floating
in a panic she splashes
thrashes through the water to him
limp sogged
dead to the brim
overwhelming quaking
oh my God he's gone
Maaarrrs noooo
made his marker
redwood
name dates carved
it'd been a year
bare sod
gray empty+
"I wanna be a policeman
ana ana a a fireman
yeah an I can spray the water
see an stop the fire
pishhhhhhhhh pishhhhhhhh
see?"+
In memory of Marshall...
[published in the New York Quarterly in 1979]
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, May 25, 2007
Mars

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