Thoughts on Death

I was reading one of John Ashbery's poems last night when I opened Twitter and saw tweets about his death. It was a weird event that still feels like a lie when I recount it to myself. I was looking at his work again by the way of a list of poets I encountered two …

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On the Bridge, a Carnage

On the bridge, a carnage, Turmoil in a flipped white bus Unified gasp like collective hiccups. Head stuck in glowing screen — For fear, nah — for horror.   You cannot stay bowed forever  Death holds an irresistible allure. The bloodied head, the resolved chin The displaced leg, the lifeless  Body on the route to …