William B. Deutscher
William B. Deutscher Poems
|42.||It's A Shame||10/21/2012|
|45.||Down The Shore||10/21/2012|
|57.||Yes You Do||10/21/2012|
|58.||Jump The Gun||10/21/2012|
|63.||Death Of A Coworker||10/21/2012|
Comments about William B. Deutscher
Death Of A Coworker
"It's a damned shame that he died all alone, "
You say with ambivalent sympathy
At one point during the course of the day,
Now funereal with the death of a man
Who lingered uneasily in his life,
Bumping into others' conversations,
Smiling at girls who did not smile back;
"I'd like to think he's in a better place, "
You say, trying to ignore his absence.
Warbled jumping solo birds,
The sleepy and the dawn,
Budding spray of allergens,
The waking cry of the folded-out season
Now dissembled in sunlit routine,
Blue-sky beacon of the lovelorn day,
April blitzkrieg and the lawnmower's blast
Through open window sounding the call,
Mechanized ritual of flying green.