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 (her murk)* 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?”+
--RK, 1979, *latest edit (an untold story)
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)
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Mars

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