A strange thing happened

the old man died

this morning.

and

four people carried him to bury.

there were others

to bid him off

at the ground

where men are mere stones.

Well,

here is the limit

of a drawing room

mirage.

where, how, when are

meaningless

the old man died

a death

after many deaths.

meaningless

he couldn’t draw his last pipe

among  a countable anxious

wandering eyes could

trace out

the road to xanadu

his eyes made a circle, moving

round the things and nothing

winked his last death.

the throb stopped above the neck

silencing an orchestra of cries

before a  resounding lament.

this is the end of a chore

beginning the another chore

meaningless

normative of

essence, essence, essence

mind to matter

there

a bracket ends a sentence.

I died a death

with him.