ALAS, PHILIP ROTH

Speak no ill of those
beyond death

they say, so

alas, I must be

silent

of the horse-lover

with the famous name,

and let the green of earliest summer

and the burning heat

of the late May afternoon

speak, life

speaks

as life fades,

blade of grass dies

and a blade of grass grows;

the morning dew 

and the evening rain's droplets

on it

reflect the world

and are gone,

the water containing the surrounding

and the blade of grass

but until the very evening of the world

there will be

reflection of blades of grass

on morning dew

resting on blade of grass.

23.05.2018