What’s Donne is Done
John Donne is done.
Perhaps
buried alive
a poet
who didn’t
quite
know it.
The denouement
rock
flawed
headstone
to be made known
where he lie
yet in all fiction
we unearth
clods of truth.
The bell’s final peal
tolled for he.
Pavlov’s coffin:
measured
in dog years.
Schroedinger’s casket:
nine lives.
Alone, we all must
answer half-hearted riddles
dig our own holes
with the rest
a dirt nap
spooning
Mistress Death
the other half of the coin
such is life.