visiting.......... . .
War Against Death -or- An Occurance On A Midnight Highway
I was about to bake a surprise supper
when the news arrived by phone
as if a telephone solicitor
and I said, isn't this rather impersonal
and the voice said, SIR, your wife is dead
hurrying home from tete-a-tete
no priest nearby
they drive by rubbernecked
as if all life warm and cold
or the blood and wrenched flesh
I have seen them likewise after battle
as if every living thing-- man or beast--
SIR? Sir, are you there?
(with so many dead
for such things
Go away in dreams.
I am sorry said the voice.
the arsenic of time
so we might depart
Previous publication in Poetry Tonight April 2000: poetrytonight.com] April 2000.
copyright John Horvath Jr