Mar 102010
"Still Life" by Wayne Higgins
Sometimes, maybe often, poets need no interpreter…
(William Butler Yeats)
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone -
Man has created death.
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