preface for Poem 75
Preface for Poem 75
anxiety when
the dead marry the dead
waste no chance
to hear demise,
to celebrate
the splash of wine
where blood once flowed
waste no moments
of pleasure as if
beauty hesitated
to laugh in stone's bone marrow
is it not true
anyhow
any who
will do
anywhere
uncork mind,
suspect, conserve
anxiety when
the dead marry the dead
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. May
19, 2018
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