It moves slowly, has no languagestronger than ours, so it waits.Thoughts fill its mindit allows them inand ponders their significance,weighs every utterance,weighs each idea as if itwere heavy, had the wholehistory of thought,the toils of its ancestorsbehind it. it...
Alive versus deadNot a choice you want to makeNot a choice you’re givenSometimes a choice you take. When alive becomes lessWhen death becomes an optionYou reach for the knife, the pillWith shadowless stain of will. Your decision is cleanIt’s one you’re affordedNo...
Are so talked aboutbecause we cannot see them. Onlytheir shadows, the place where they have beenis recognised, so that one says’Look, a swift!’, wrongly placingintense generations of birdsculled from the wrecks of dinosaursin any one place at one time....
Not for someone I knew –Never knew her –Spoke to her, words a fewNever understood her. She was far apart from meIn her imaginationLiked things cosy, modern, TVAnd to let her hair down. Isn’t that the key?She lived her life like meSame world, different waysOf getting...
The North Wind and the elementals some call sprites are real creatures. They bear their names, given by the imaginations of men with pride, and the task they have, to clean up the stale nothingness, with equal force. Their nature is against ours, if we think we are...
It’s not for lack of trying But I’ve given in to dying. I’m 83, diseased and old Without the strength to catch a cold. On assisted suicide, my mind’s not split – Where do I sign up for it? If someone helps me finish off What birth started, with death as soft As...
