P.O. Box Poem by Pierre Rausch

Good men, good women
The last wave by
Just question to guess
A can opener
Canella
Could blossom and be gay
Old age shouldn't burn or rave
His blank could be water
A dock for camels
Do not go gentle into that goodnight
But you there, on that height
Might have danced in the night
In that brothel
Can't you turn on a sharp
Though men know dark is right
It's the silver granit that prevails
They grieved it on it's way
It's the silver ore that carries the day
Do not go gentle into that goodnight
Now with my fierce prayer beads
Opera eyes couldn't
Bit by bit
Because letters had forked
Post-office,
ladies and gentlemen,
Do not go gentle into that goodnight