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.
Leaves rustling green in the summer field,
Lying like day on the afternoon.
Eyelashes curling all the way to fast doom,
The endless splurge of sun on the breeze.
Birds in their sequestered trees,
Singing the song of the park life fey.
Daylight spread like a picnic cloth,
The trapping trill of dullard joy.