Next Last
by David Shank
Bending down,
I kissed his forehead.
His face,
a deserted landscape,
withered and worn
His body,
once upright and strong,
lies frail
with a marionette’s
physique.
Seemed a sudden thing.
Once steadfast,
now stifled,
with staring eyes
he waits.
The gathering, too,
wait,
precarious,
for Earth’s next
pitiless turn.
Dave Shank, who graduated from the University of Nevada with
a music degree in Theory and Composition, worked for 40 years
as a professional musician(see: www.daveshankmusic.com).
Before entering school he served in the United States Air Force, 6910th Radio Group Mobile, in Wiesbaden, Germany.
Inspired by a colleague, Tim Mclafferty, a fine drummer and
published poet, Dave began writing seriously only this year
but instantly found a new passion for another form of artistic
expression. He can be found on FaceBook and Twitter(@daveshankmusic).
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