POEM STARTER

Write a poem with the title 'Life Lessons from Death'.

Consider what Death might want to impart on those who can experience living, and the voice that Death might speak from.

night

There’s a joke that ends with — huh?


It’s the bomb saying here is your father.




Now here is your father inside


your lungs. Look how lighter




the earth is — afterward.


To even write father




is to carve a portion of the day


out of a bomb-bright page.




There’s enough light to drown in


but never enough to enter the bones




& stay. Don’t stay here, he said, my boy


broken by the names of flowers. Don’t cry




anymore. So I ran. I ran into the night.


The night: my shadow growing




toward my father

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