William D. Borgen


Anno: 2019

Poem by William D. Borgen

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.


Comments about Anno: 2019 by William D. Borgen

  • Tamara Beryl LathamTamara Beryl Latham (1/8/2019 2:06:00 PM)

    Wonderfully written. I loved it. : -)(Report)Reply

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  • Michael Philips (2/16/2005 4:32:00 AM)

    You convey such a full image with so few words. Very nicely done.(Report)Reply

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  • Carol Shaw (2/15/2005 11:32:00 PM)

    wow! and wow! good poem, a pleasure to read.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 15, 2005