Bill Knott

(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

Death - Poem by Bill Knott

Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.

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  • (11/29/2016 7:03:00 PM)

    (Death by Bill Knott.) **Melancholy tone. The poet, perhaps, describing his own death. Heartfelt. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/11/2007 8:34:00 PM)

    so sad! this poem was so sad that it is just so dark and scarey (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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