the chair angular look
the table plain but useful
the room ghost's prey
the hall, foreboding sullen
each is a man, animal
in midst of this there is refinement
table talk and coffee babble
till the chair falls
the table erodes
the hall crumbles
and
man dies
are they used for funerals?
no coffins are
are they used as man's memoirs, bibliography
yes
man dies
they are man's definitive symbols
man's wealth, and his tiny breathing space
the chair is comfortable
the table elegant
the hall silent, sad
man dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poignantly written, feel the emptiness of a man dying vividly and intensely. Very nicely worded poem. Great imagery and rhythm. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn