Epitaph for

 

 

The lost poem

Which contained

 

Everything

And nothing.

 

Touched everyone, anyone

Who desired

 

The mystery of mysteries

Words of words, which brought forth

 

Language

 

Both blessed & cursed us

Married us, buried us and parted

 

The heavens and the

Deep blue seas

 

 

Made Houdini disappear

And broke the sole of

Khrushchev’s soul

 

Shot Kennedy

And then shot a rocket

 

To the moon

 

 

Sold us, indiscriminate

Commanded us to war and glory

And holocaust – unimagined imagination

The scavengers & architects, history

Fighting for space apocalyptic

Down on Wall Street and in the Silicone Valley

 

 

Stages of poetry and stages

Of time living, breathing & dying

On the battlefields

 

Of life.

 

The Poem,

 

Too early

 

Too late

 

Too bad

 

The lost poem

Which contained

Nothing and everything

Everything and nothing

 

At all.

 

 

You left it home on the

Kitchen table where your children

Drew on it

In crayon

 

It is just as well.

 

~ R.M.