A Good Man (For Rob) Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

The farmer
Who once tilled the land
Is now himself
Tilled under

And the doctor
Who once made me well
Has died

There are flies
In my pajamas

And my sink
Is overflowing

The parents
Who raised me
Are now in heaven (hopefully)

And the words
I've written here
Will most certainly
One day soon
Be gone

Nothing lasts forever

I have always promised
To visit my best friend
But the son of a bitch
Has moved to Canada!

And I don't see myself
Going to visit him
Anytime soon

Although
I will always
Continue to say
I will make it up there
Someday soon (I don't believe it!)

Yes
Like leaves
on a winter tree
Everything and everybody
Whom I have known
Has slowly (And sometimes quietly)
Fallen away

This is a winter
Without a spring

A winter
That has eaten
All the winters
That have come before it

A nuclear winter
Filled with record snows
And deep, deep cold

A nuclear winter
That leads a small group
Of those who are left behind
To a cold chiseled headstone
That rests with other lonely stones

I can only hope
That the words
Under my name
In some way
Say... He was a good man