Poetry By
Tom Blumenthal
Published on: 4/22/2011
Sing to me please
Bill sing to me from the dead, please tell me you miss me as much as I miss you, sing to me about the moment when the sea swells were too great. Sing to me Bill, tell me you remember it all, everything, not just feeling her love stronger than any you'd felt, not just the sky, loons, dogs and cats. Sing to me from the dead Bill, tell me slow tears stain your breast watching sons live and fathers die grandchildren walk you never met.. 730 days and 730 nights, would a too hard sheet still bathe you, would the pull of safe darkness be too great for you again? Sing to me Bill, sing of how much you miss life, miss me miss us all, almost, almost as much as we all miss you.
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