closer. Now there is nothing left
either inside or out to gainsay death,"
the skull that keeps its secrets saith.
ways one went, the forms that were
empty as wind and yet they stirred
the heart to its passion, all is passed over.
the load. Close the eyes.
Let the mind loosen, the body die,
the bird fly off to the opening sky.
The 2River View, 2_2 (Winter 1998)