by Paul Mathers
That look the first time their aged mother
is too far gone to cover anymore.
Secreted within the arms of the armchair
the all embracing arms of Death.
The Romans had a curse:
“He will die an old man in his bed”
turned virtue in our winds over shifting sand
foundations on medicine, insurance, credit,
the furnace god into which we throw second infancy.
Our desire is for our antithesis
with antithesis removed.
The readiness is all
covered by the din of daytime tv and bingo.
to get from A to B
without attaching wisdom.