To W.C.W. M.D. Poem by Alfred Kreymborg

To W.C.W. M.D.



There has been
Another death.
This time
I bring it to you.
You are kind,
Brutal,
You know
How to lower
Bodies.
I ask only
That the rope
Isn't silk,
(Silk doesn't break)
Nor thread,
(Thread does.)
If it lifts
And lowers
Common things,
It will do.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
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Alfred Kreymborg

Alfred Kreymborg

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