Sunday, December 12, 2010

Death in the family

Waxy still warm-
recently deceased.
Lying quiet among
living towers
of ruddy inebriation;
Not of my tribe
the squat hearty sturdy
rooted in reality
mired in sobriety
sorrows not soaked.
Purposely unpickled
Sealed up-saved for later.
Sooner longs for later
and the last silent stag
slips into the shadows,
and the stage is set for change.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You are such a wonderful poet.And the pictures are wonderful.Keep up the wonderful work.