Jody Azzouni

Poetry

When we dead awaken

Originally published in Salonika 1:8, 1997
Added 11/13/2017
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When we dead awaken

Poem | Jody's Notes

 

Now it is quiet:

The still rabbit

is easily swallowed; the fiery leaves

are bagged; the mortician

plies her trade

in peace.

 

Optimists say: leaves fall

every autumn; every day

there are new mayflies; each spring

there are daffodils.