Carlos Hiraldo

The empty stretchers
outside Mount Sinai,
like set tables.

This bright blue morning
the world feels
a little less intelligent
without Hitch.

You were
no kin of mine,
but you were always out there
thinking, writing, producing.

And now, nothing new.

The thing about death
is how efficiently
it silences.


©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on February 9, 2012, in Carlos Hiraldo, POETRY. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Thanks to Carlos for this pithy, personal and succinct poem. There is more to come.

  2. Carlos realizes the Freudian idea that creativity kills off the death wish and is an antidote.

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