from “what we owe each other”

Ode to Brevity  

Why does transience brew such dread?
It’s not difficult to grasp that gentle dispatch,
not longevity, is the kinder portion.

He ate a full breakfast each morning
while he could still chew. A thimbleful of hemlock,
sooner or later, is soothing.

It doesn’t taste so strange after a few sips.
The dying are not so sad to die
as we are for them to leave us behind.

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