at the far end of life
there is an irresistible wooden boat
in a thunderstorm of pitiless clouds
drawing nearer
silent as black swans
from a place where time does not matter
leaves on shoreline trees shudder
in this world
the rich and poor are equal
it is long enough in time to forget Belsen
where furnaces ran day and night
or the peat bogs
where people were sacrificed to silent gods
the boat does not judge the passenger
whether they were quarrelsome or agreeable
they all head where memory had no questions
thousands and thousands of sand cranes
rise and land in the same spot perfectly
in spears of light torching the world
it is too late to ask
what does it all mean
Martin Willitts Jr is a retired Librarian. His poems appeared in Blue Fifth, Centrifugal Eye, Stone Canoe, Kentucky Review, Poppy Road Review, and many others. He has 11 full-length collections including "How to Be Silent" (FutureCycle Press, 2016) and forthcoming "Dylan Thomas and the Writer Shed" (FutureCycle Press, 2017).
Martin Willitts Jr is a retired Librarian. His poems appeared in Blue Fifth, Centrifugal Eye, Stone Canoe, Kentucky Review, Poppy Road Review, and many others. He has 11 full-length collections including "How to Be Silent" (FutureCycle Press, 2016) and forthcoming "Dylan Thomas and the Writer Shed" (FutureCycle Press, 2017).
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