Saturday, November 21, 2009

For Marcellous Lindolph, Jr.

Nobody knows which truck which company. Everybody knows he's not supposed to sleep in the dumpster.

So we might not grieve overmuch
a man unknown, a body only,
whose death  was accidental. In life
he learned rain, wind, maybe chess,
generosity and resentment.
Perhaps his goals were all mistakes.
Surely his refuge was the wrong place.
Many men could have said the same
yet died with honors.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love this. Artfully written.