‘Old men ought to be
explorers,’ you say. Poet,
it is quite enough
that I care for my
dead, forgive the living for
making a hell of
earth, and enjoy the
gifts of the mind-and-body
remaining to me….
‘Still and still moving,’
you say, ‘through the emptiness.’
But what moves me finds
me unmoved by the
lines in your face, the trace of
Eros not friendship.
The measures you im-
pose on our common fate ex-
ceed the pleasure of
your verse, which measures
you. Humility is hard
to fake when it’s false.
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