Poetry

Do Nothing, Wait Two Weeks (Villanelle)

The art of dying isn’t hard to master-
simply remember to do nothing at all,
and watch the world fall into quiet disaster.

To sleep is to urge the world to end faster,
inviting the snakes to climb over the wall;
the art of dying isn’t hard to master.

Build your walls with crumbling plaster,
burn the bread and poison your hall,
and watch the world fall into quiet disaster
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Coda

IMG_3759A tomorrow without hope of your face
is made sweeter by the hope
of a word-
little ghosts everyday,
no longer feared, but friends
holding my hand from 10 to midnight,
filling my belly and
closing my eyes
as they run through
my fingers