FAMILY POET

Family Poet

 

 

There was a poet in the family

            oh yes, a century back, black-

haired, polished com-

post of Polish charm

 

In groups, he su-

perimposed on guests

sucked colour of wine to dye

his breath – so droll, though

we laughed, only, gassed

as he passed

out the door

            the final time

 

We found him

flat on sand

            wrapped

by sun

            posing

bones

of a glass-trapped thing

on thinned lips a lick of

            achievement, serene

 

We heaped him in sand

            and walked home

 

(first published in Strange Horizons)

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4 thoughts on “FAMILY POET

    1. Thanks, dead. I see by your blog you’re a fellow coffee addict. I’m on my sixth – no, my seventh – cup.

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