Monday, November 15, 2010

Flight PR146 (Nov. 12, 2010)

We talked about songs for the dead
as we board the plane.
The captain said, ‘Prepare for departure’
(Is there such thing as 'timely death'
as Nietzsche said?)
as I started reading Philip Schultz’s
failure poems.
The pages of his book are full of death.
He used to think that
 ‘the dead preferred their own company.
They don’t. They prefer ours.’

Could anyone be saved from death
by clever turns of phrase?

I never felt the touchdown
and wondered if death
slowed us down.

When I heard a lot of ‘ba-byes’,
I knew I wasn’t dead.

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