the ears which savored Bach and Mozart Beethoven and Brahms Handel and Hayden operatic voices as angels lifting up to the very thone of God Wagner Puccini Verde Roccini and Bizet . . .
deafening crashes of kamikaze coming down on ships all around him . . .
the boom of his cannons as they shot them . . . down
now dead hearing only a shushing sound
the inside of a shell
the eyes which beheld The Great Books loved the work of Mark Twain and read voraciously
loved art
and saw The Bomb being dropped on Enewetak Atol . . .
now becoming dull with diffused light . . .
body wizened and shaped like a
?
I am watching as a brilliant beautiful man
SLOWLY
DIES*
pieces of me fall into the grave
as
well . . .
SoulSurvivor (C) 10/11/2016
I love my mom & dad. I'm going to bed now but I'll be reading tomorrow morning God willing.