Posted on September 16, 2004 in Poems
One of many short poems that I have written in the last few days, emptying my mind of imagery. Was it Johnson who said that knowing that a man was going to die on the gallows concentrates his mind wonderfully? I do not know that I will die — I doubt that I will die — but the anxiety drives me nonetheless:
It is better
to be on the edge of a something and fall off
than to be the emptiness
dead center.