late afternoon poem
WHEN A WRITER DIES
sympathy conjugates impossibility,
the mourning in total silence//
you are too kind in
allowing
hyperbole to murder grief//
the fated dancer is the fatal dance//
old folk say DEATH IS AND DEATH AIN’T//
yes, you know as
well as I
exaggeration is a
perfect eraser of difference
as piety extracts one word after another.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. April 18, 2021
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