The Gunshot E. H
“In some inexplicable way an accident. ...”
Oh, not inexplicable. Death explains —
That kind of death does: rewinds remembrance
Backward like a film track till the man
Among the lilacs, peeling the green stem,
Waits for the gunshot where the play began;
That kind of death does: rewinds remembrance
Backward like a film track till the man
Among the lilacs, peeling the green stem,
Waits for the gunshot where the play began;
Rewinds the Africas and Idahos and Spains
To find the table at the Closerie des Lilas
Where all that blood once laughed but not for joy —
Where all this tenderness turns bitter as it was.
To find the table at the Closerie des Lilas
Where all that blood once laughed but not for joy —
Where all this tenderness turns bitter as it was.
The shattered mouth foretells the singing boy.