There’s nothing quite as simple as
a coffin-nail. A dead unwanted piece
inert and sharp that does its job
encasing what was once the life
the moving limbs, the sins. Saving past
but not the plans. It marks an end,
the state of limbo just before the worms
transforms what was to flowerbeds.
But after years when wits have dimmed.
be sure to check: the coffin-nail remains.
We celebrate the Chinese New Year with Toni at dVerse by using Fortune cookies as inspiration. Mine is the title actually. Check out all those much better poems at when we open at 3PM EST.
February 9, 2016