Friday, April 26, 2019


If, as you say, sir, all
poems are about death,
then this poem is. And
if this poem is about

death, then all art must
be about death too.
David is about death.

Music is about death,
even "Happy Birthday."
Roy Rogers riding off
into the sunset is

about death. And if art
is construct and math is
construct, aren't algebra,
geometry, calculus,

and trig about death?
Theoretical physics,
string theory, and such
cannot be far behind.

All our speculation
about black holes must
be about death. Our thoughts
on the Big Bang: about

death. Any which way you
turn, it is death all the way
down. You have to wonder
why the sun keeps coming up.

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