"O what a bitter jest it is," complained the dying wit...
death
On the Afterlife (You know, the thing that comes after the Beforedeath)
Oh there’ll be no forty maidens,/Cloud-clad angels, sainted bliss...
Callimachean Distich
One can die from anything, from Werther to the Phaedo...
The Wall in Iraq
The deepest past’s mere meters down...
The Death of Virgil
Phoebus descends on Megara, beats down/the crops with his coming...
Psychebabble (or, When I die I want to be made into a nice chest of drawers; or, There’s no man speaks better Latin)
Nothing is speaking to human consciousness...
words
words/echo with the ghosts/of almost wholly-lost/worlds...
A Variation on a Theme by Porky Pig
Death never jokes...
An Ode on Facebook
You who enjoy the famed pastoral form/Might like this ode on Facebook, blue and warm...
Anger at an Anthology
Fuck sake! Not more bloody death!...
Just Poems 