e.e. wilholt - Michael Going Down

Lost at sea, in a fog of stinking
Sorrow drifts a derelict boat,
Wreck of a bum sinking
Slow. Few remnants of thinking
Survive, to debris of memory cling afloat.

Cracked limbs hanging slump
From his hunched bulk.
Life-dreams die, in lumps
Crumbling his hull, clumps
Drying on the decks of a listing hulk.


To M.M., hope you’re OK now.

e.e. wilholt

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