Saturday, February 18, 2017

Last Muse by Elaine Feinstein

A bossy ghost I work for: she
who only lives in words on the page
and has no thoughts I do not give her.

She has no flesh, and will not age.
Why should I care
if she survives when I am gone?

And yet I do, though well advised
most of us fall into the bag
of the forgotten or despised –

knowing if traces do remain
they will not make us
live again – still carry on.


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