A friend died. Another’s friend died. It was the same funeral but not the same friend. There is no honesty in death, a revelation of nothing. He is survived by the used.
The man with the masks
Appears to each as himself
A simulacrum
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A friend died. Another’s friend died. It was the same funeral but not the same friend. There is no honesty in death, a revelation of nothing. He is survived by the used.
The man with the masks
Appears to each as himself
A simulacrum
I really like this Haibun. Very compelling. The prose section is so striking and yet it interacts with the poetry so well.