Anti-Elegy

Anti-Elegy

by | Sep 26, 2020 | Poems

Most are clueless about how they will die. Not me. I know exactly where the sickle will enter. Unlike you, sir, I do not need to perform grief like a child’s well-rehearsed lie. Finally, I can live like the world belongs to me and I, to it. I am a miracle, yes, and...