Charles Harper Webb Death Poems
- 1. The Death Of Santa Claus
He's had the chest pains for weeks,
but doctors don't make house
calls to the North Pole,
- 2. Silent Letters
Treacherous as trap door spiders,
they ambush children's innocence.
"Why is there g h in light? It isn't fair!"
Buddha declared the world illusory
- 3. Gil, The Toreador
THE QUEEN sat in her balcony,
The Loveliest of Spain;
Beneath rode all the chivalry,
And roses fell like rain
- 4. Reservations Confirmed
The ticket settles on my desk: a paper tongue
pronouncing "Go away;" a flattened seed
from which a thousand-mile leap through the air can grow.