Audience
The soul is a fiction
The body soon will be
And all of remembrance
Is sorrow’s invention
Existence betrays us
Before we begin
Our lives premonition
Of void and negation
This to my grandson
Lying chin to chin
Who listens intently
Then grins his toothless grin
4/17-4/19, 7/12/97, 7/5/98
Copyright 1998 by Maurice Leiter
Reprinted with permission.
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