The minute after I die
if it is winter
as it is today
the great smokestack
in Hanover
will still
send out its
send out its
frozen breath
for all to see
from
miles around.
from
miles around.
Students
will still walk
will still walk
as Webster
walked.
It is a small college
no more
yet there are those
who love her.
Still.
Still.
But I will be gone.
Nowhere in particular
everywhere in general:
this great filter
Consciousness
grinding to a halt
Dissolving
into a trillion
trillion-trillion
aimless
atoms,
homeless
suddenly
emancipated
infinitely dispersing.
Nowhere in particular
everywhere in general:
this great filter
Consciousness
grinding to a halt
Dissolving
into a trillion
trillion-trillion
aimless
atoms,
homeless
suddenly
emancipated
infinitely dispersing.
No more to shift gears
on Ledyard Bridge
and think of
Mrs. Stowe
long still
Emancipator
Mother
(birther of death)
to the son
(birther of death)
to the son
drowned
one
one
swimming day
in the cool
below.
Gone.
Moving.
Still.
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