His Last Poems

 

 

His last poems were found in

the pocket of his army jacket.

We found him prone, quivering in

the morning cold, after a perhaps

evening alone. He had written

of life, dreams, and silence.

He wrote of crazyness, hurt, and pain.

We found his last poems

in the pocket of his army jacket.

They were scrawled in a haste,

on bits of paper bag and

liquor store receipts.

Perhaps he saw the truth,

yet failed to recognize it.