inheritance sonnet

April 25, 2014 § Leave a comment

it seemed to all that all he had left /
was to wait for transducers
to begin to transduce /
when that business is done then the bereft /
would wipe away snot and tie up the loose /
ends and carry off mostly unwanted things with their names /
attached to them by legal decree /
boxes unopened while they categorize blame /
tapping their feet, cross armed, to see /
if there would be any argument or offer to trade /
the contents of theirs for that of another’s /
for more often than not something is said /
to cause disharmony, agitation and bother /
to the ashes whose wishes no longer apply /
to those remaining below when he took to the sky

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead


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