Obituary

fettered by an obscured unnatural view

he sought another

as if a fresh vista might renew

a weary perspective on his mother

tongue 

 

the tricks he’d sleight-handed since the womb

his genius for linguistic husbandry

were devoted to a life beyond the tomb

his embalming for posterity

 

it was the one thing he thought would set him free

 

did this preserve him in his prime

 

it was easy for the rest of us to see

a looming defeat to vengeful time

that for all his efforts he could never be

a true master of poetic sophistry

 

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