Poem against Poem

Ah, now it comes to me,
late in life. After years of
fabrication, the death of
the word, the birth of words,
a circular cist or grave.
Digging up the skeletons
to replace them with names.
After all this time no time
remains, and so it rises
against an immanence, the
ubiety of sky. Now I can get
back to living. Thank you.
Goodbye.

Copyright © 2006 George Moore All rights reserved
from Meridian
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission