Ubi Sunt
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Thank you, at Death & Birds, for allowing me to use this fine photo.
Ubi Sunt
Where are those who have gone before us?
Our mothers, who promised to live forever?
Our fathers, who failed us?
Our dearest loves, who did not come back?
They live now only in our senses,
in the taste of dumplings,
the smell of cheap bourbon,
the echo of a banjo.
Excellent writing, Sharron. Really touching
That's the 180 of Abilene. It sounds like desolation. It sounds like mortality with no sense of joyful stillness. Gave that up lonnnnngggg ago. Can you write it and not feel it? The feeling comes out on the paper. Title is perfect fit to the text. Yup. Saw that. ))