What Is It
What is it
I always return to
that sometimes leaves me grave
And when luck
deserts me
threatens as it laughs
An ashen laughter
like dead embers fanned
a lean laughter
Thin as a branch
a pale laughter
gray as a trance
A laughter helpless
as a severed hand
a dry laughter
Like tears under sand
a laughter naked
as the end of man
What can this be
that clings to me
unlucky as I am
10/5/96-2/17/97
Copyright 1997 by Maurice Leiter
Posted with permission.
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