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- From: jdblake@csd4.csd.uwm.edu (John David Blake)
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- Subject: His End (a poem)
- Date: 29 Dec 1992 03:42:48 GMT
- Organization: Computing Services Division, University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee
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- This is another poem by my friend David King, which he asked my to post.
- Again, c&c are very much welcomed, by e-mail if possible to
- jdblake@csd4.csd.uwm.edu. Thanks!
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- His End
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- I remember the hidden details,
- the little qualities that become singed
- into the memory on such occasions -
- the wind, softly caressing my left side,
- the darkening sun reflecting my right.
- Your job, so hard it must have been to
- tell me the news, that horrible event
- that marked a futile, final beginning
- in my life. The heels of my feet, next
- to the rubber, brown soles ached
- because I ran, ran so desperately
- crying away from your words. You
- were braced for this response, so calm
- and gentle, but your own face betrayed
- the shared hopelessness. As I listened,
- the tenacious brown leaf hanging on the
- branch overlooking the road fluttered
- in Fate's wind and hours that were
- seconds passed as the last fiber split
- and the dried carcass spun to the dead,
- cracked concrete. I stared, entranced
- at the poetry; I might have stood there
- forever, but I had to go with you to
- identify the body.
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