pixels
the poet is reading
his poem on television
I sip some decaf coffee
the poet has been dead some
years now
I won’t say that his words live
on because that is supposed to be what comes next
“Oh, the great man and his words so immortal. . . ”
horse shit.
What’s immortal are the moments
of a lifetaken one by one
each different from the next
I sip some more decaf and switch channels
and watch some children’s cartoons
No one is immortal
nor are their words
this is the only moment there is
