November 17, 2015Ashes to …
Now into limbo depth of time
Is fled that soul which had a man
And silent, empty, earth pressed bone
Remains, to learn decay alone.
Where to, where from, where hence, where gone
None other knows, or cares, or can,
A grab bag chance, a sack of skin,
To mask our come, and going in.
from #49 - Fall 2015