To a Dead Journalist

Behind that white brow
now the mind simply sleeps –
the eyes, closed, the
lips, the mouth,

the chin, no longer useful,
the prow of the nose.
But rumors of the news,
unrealizable,

cling still among those
silent, butted features, a
sort of wonder at
this scoop

come now, too late:
beneath the lucid ripples
to have found so monstrous
an obscurity.

–William Carlos Williams

Aaron Haspel | Posted September 30, 2002 @ 10:44 AM | Poetry

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