who will it crush,
will it return to dust today,
this spinning earth
merciless and infinitely kind,
life as well as death, upon its mind,
upon ours, upon mine
paprika, black pepper
to sprinkle over eggs
light enough and fine enough
to blow about
day after all have passed away
who will pick in clothes
in the wind off the line
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2006
8:36 p.m. 26/nov/06
1 Comments:
Obie, I know that you tried to reach us this week. We've been in and out and up and down. But this is a wonderful tribute, and I trust it will only be a beginning of a long line of celebrations of Winston Saunders' contributions.
Love Nico
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