Death's Quadrilogy Poem by gary polonsky

Death, body, story, hearse,
Quadrilogy, tetra-verse,
None shall quell the quatrain here
As we salute the ancient bier.

Death or who ‎would make the trip?
Body carried, six a-grip,
Stories told or stories made
And then the piper's last parade.

Nothing seems extraneous,
The beat seems instantaneous,
Yesterday the sun was nigh,
Today we say our last good-bye.



Written in Ontario, Canada - 5th May 2020