Anywhere I go I carry him along
that my soles firmly attached
to gravity and earth’s bosom
I carry my death along
to John’s birthday party
and to Kostas and Helen’s wedding
in fact during Anthony’s eulogy
he stood up and said a few good words
what one can say in a funeral
and when at the cemetery
visiting my grave he is with me
making sure my name is clearly written
on the small marble sign really
you don’t need say too much
about death after all you know
death is always death that even
if you call him your relative
he will still come at the appropriate
moment to claim you no matter
how often you try to coax him
Manolis Aligizakis,
Canada
from the collection titled “VORTEX”
a very touching poem. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much, Ruth!