Death Sings (JG)
Death sings
And life listens
Life then tries
Her hand
She sings
About trees
And winter
And the beach
At nightfall
When the singing
Is done.
Death smiles
And says
That’s nothing.
Listen to this.
John Guzlowski and Martin Stepek are two successful poets. They have collaborated in creating hundreds of micro-poems, the one poet sparking a response from the other. Now they have decided to create a separate space where they could continue this co-creating until one or other kicks the bucket, at which point the survivor will re-post the first poem and it truly will become a never-ending poem. The two poets hope you enjoy reading the poems as much as they enjoy writing them.
Sounds like ruminations by Hank as he watches the snow flakes flutter down in the backyard of his Chicago home. As did Hank (and JG), I lived in "Murdertown'", went to Funston and Goethe elementary schools and delivered newspapers early in the morning on snowy streets and later headed to Lake Michigan beaches to play in the sun. Death was always singing in Chicago, sometimes loud, sometimes soft.
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