Poem: If You Can’t Watch

by Regis Boff

Every death,

comes with its particular novelty.

While birth plods into life

with a sloppy inaccuracy,

tumbling incoherently through

a thick sticky afterbirth,

while shackled to incomprehension.

Still, we guess birth to be miraculous

while it’s endgame, death

is reviewed as a misfortune,

accompanied by a chorus of “if only ”

and the tardy howls of regret.

But of what good is the marvelous,

if you can’t, watch?

PUBLISHED: June 2, 2017
FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Worlds