Nobody but death

When Sargent Death in his cold arms shall embrace me

He had decided
Once the illness had set in—
Nobody but death
Would ever kiss him again
—with a final indrawn breath


Depth Charge: The spark for this poem was Langston Hughes’ Parisian Beggar Woman: Oh, withered old woman/Of rue Fontaine,/Nobody but death/Will kiss you again. This tanka also continues the imagery/sentiment last seen in my poem Your Heart Chaotic. Finally, I will note that it is considered bad form to rhyme tanka and that is why occasionally rhyme tanka.

To read Songs about Sex, Death & Cicadas by Andrew Grimes Griffin, just click on the link. To download a pdf, right click on the link and select “Save link as…”


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