MAN
THE MAN WHO ALMOST DIED
looks so happy all the time except for when
death tugs at his pant leg panting Then he
looks spectral thin grey skin barely hugging
his chin
I saw him last night and it looked to me that all
of the levity among the men around him The
back-slapping-beer-drinking crew was just a
metaphor for: not yet being a member of the old
boys club with one leg astride a man cave*
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Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
(Sylvia Plath Lady Lazarus October 1962)
Last Day Spring 2015 *(bat-grave-caves reserved for those with capes)
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