We drop in the evening like dew
upon the ground and the living
feel it on their faces. Death
soft, moist everywhere upon us,
soon to cover the living
as they drop. This explains
the ocean and the sun.
(David Ignatow)
More Poetry from David Ignatow:
David Ignatow Poems based on Topics: Death & Dying, Faces- Here In Bed (David Ignatow Poems)
- Coupling (David Ignatow Poems)
- At This Moment (David Ignatow Poems)
- Moving Picture (David Ignatow Poems)
- In a Dream (David Ignatow Poems)
- Melpomene In Manhattan (David Ignatow Poems)