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.

Comments

  1. 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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