Obituary – a poem



fettered by an obscured unnatural view

he sought another

as if a fresh vista might renew

a weary perspective on his mother



the tricks he’d sleight-handed since the womb

his genius for linguistic husbandry

were devoted to a life beyond the tomb

his embalming for posterity


it was the one thing he thought would set him free


did this preserve him in his prime


it was easy for the rest of us to see

a looming defeat to vengeful time

that for all his efforts he could never be

a true master of poetic sophistry