Mort: the Poem

one might think 

an old monk would know 

how to die

the final Irish goodbye

a wake, a funeral

with a nice music mix

some photos... a yearbook

a life book of adventures

now past

books passed on to brother monks

O'Brien to brother Marc

Kerouac to brother Adam

poems scattered out to the world

soon 

one last beer

and one last poem  

by the fading fire

A Tired Monk Wake

The Count of Monte Cristo dead centre

providing lumbar support

A little leather Bible  - New Testament and Psalms

tucked in wedding jacket breast pocket

Catcher in the Rye held tight

Lord of the Rings near at hand

Dharma Bums resting on the pillow

a couple Discworld novels for the laughs

an ironic copy of Mort for sure

slips of Gary Snyder Poems scattered and loved

oh those Pine Tree Tops

as the lid is shutting

a mix of Uncanny X-Men, Wolverine, Hulk

and Spider-man spin in