Anno: 2019 Poem by William D. Borgen
Anno: 2019
A thin, white sheet covers my corpse
A nun kisses my toes, one by one,
In a small adobe chapel,
On a high plains desert.
Incantations like heat convections,
Slowly peel away from the roof tiles,
A mirage even God accepts
As the truth.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
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Michael Philips
16 February 2005
You convey such a full image with so few words. Very nicely done.
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4/26/2024 2:29:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderfully written. I loved it. : -)