Death by Water, Revisited
The haves with their gilded lives,
Who turn the wheel
And gaze to windward,
And the have-not,
A fortnight dead in the world’s eyes
Exist side by side
Seldom ever touching
Rarely really seeing
Never imagining that
Like Phlebas the Phoenician,
He was once as handsome
And tall as you.
Written for Stories without words, 16th December 09
(in homage to The Wasteland, by TS Eliot)
Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking 
When all is said and done, there is very little left except the words we leave behind.
You have nice ones.
Words, that is.
michael j
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You are very kind to me as always, Michael J.
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