End Song


So I am finally dead. I sang a song
once as a child, then awoke an adult
to sing the same song, although
with an irony this time
that was beautiful but sad.
Beautiful and sad.

I hope to sing again after my coffin
closes like a mouth, the melody
uncoiling out from my afterlife, then
entering the present like an echo –
the ghost of an aria in the living air.

from Unmarked Treasure

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