Bill Knott Death Poems

  • 1.
    I don't dare speak too loudly,
    some timbres could be fatal--

    that string is not too strong
    ...
  • 2.
    Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
    They will place my hands like this.
    It will look as though I am flying into myself.

    ...
  • 3.
    'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam

    On the lips a taste of tolling we are blind
    The light drifts like dust over faces
    ...
  • 4.
    I'm tired of murdering children.
    Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;
    now I feel Vietnam the place
    where rigor mortis is beginning to set-in upon me.
    ...
  • 5.
    Tying the pimp in dreams to a lamppost
    His tuxedo wet with wheedled kisses, can
    I wake up sucking the footprints of toilets
    In jails that glitter like crash-dived marquees.
    ...
  • 6.
    After your death,
    Naomi, your hair will escape to become
    a round animal, nameless.

    ...
  • 7.
    Like everyone I demand to be
    Defended unto the death of
    All who defend me, all the
    World's people I command to
    ...
  • 8.
    'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam

    On the lips a taste of tolling we are blind
    The light drifts like dust over faces
    ...
Total 8 Death Poems by Bill Knott

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