Tuesday, October 17, 2017

EPITAPH AS EPIGRAM

I may have been
born not paying
attention to nuance,

but I've since
learned my lesson—so I vow
to die listening,

even if it's
to the wrong thing.
Poor old fucker,

my future
grandkids'll mumble, turning
slow

from the headstone—
at his age,
should've known better:

RAWR
is not
what the tiger was saying;

RAWR—is just
what it
sounded like.