B H Fairchild Death Poems

  • 1.
    The Problem

    The name of the bow is life, but its work is death.
    รข??The Fragments
    ...
  • 2.
    I am tired of the heave and swell,
    the deep lunge in the belly, the gut's
    dumb show of dance and counterdance,
    sway and pause, the pure jig of nausea
    ...
  • 3.
    In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat
    of his father's Ford and the mysterium
    of time, holds time in memory with words,
    night, this night, on the way to a stalled rig south
    ...
  • 4.
    How do the winter moths survive when other moths die? What enables them to avoid freezing as they rest, and what makes it possible for them to fly -- and so to seek food and mates -- in the cold?
    Bernd Heinrich, Scientific American

    1. The Himalayas
    ...
Total 4 Death Poems by B H Fairchild

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