Explicit Title:
(above)
Complicit Title:
On Meeting With A Dear Friend,
Or,
Prayer To Rouse Action To Keep Death Longer Still At Bay
Implicit Title:
Don’t Make Me Intervene,
Or,
If You Do Not See A Doctor I’ll Get A Posse Together & Drag You
Explicit Title:
Heavy Handed Sonnet,
Or,
Please Take Care Of Your Health, If Not For Yourself, Then For Us
Complicit Title:
On Meeting With A Dear Friend,
Or,
Prayer To Rouse Action To Keep Death Longer Still At Bay
Implicit Title:
Don’t Make Me Intervene,
Or,
If You Do Not See A Doctor I’ll Get A Posse Together & Drag You
Realizing that you know as someone you know should know —
Should, & could, & would have, I’m sure, but for embarrassment of Fear —
That & pain & reticence to lose a still quite bearable right now —
A comfort slowly, surely vanishing as draws closer what is near –
All too near. Immanent. Certain proof of our demise —
The disintegration of the the only place we’re always found to be —
Since no hope avert this nor avoid, we must, an we be wise,
Take at least what steps by serendipity allowéd to us to see —
How much more when we consider with what gifts we have been blessed —
How much more than that to think of joys we’ve yet to taste —
How much cannot be fathoméd, can be at most but badly guessed,
But not to undertake such research is by all accounts — a waste —
Ask anyone of us who loves you, needs you — functional — by our side —
You cannot be there for anyone you know — if suddenly — you died —
