It is over to say hath or whilst
gone and cannot return
There is only time for certain humor
Variously black or irony cloudless
Which reserves hath and whilst
Tied only as tongues
Full plain I see
Cannot speak vastness
The insipidities are too great
My hat has fallen
willed otherwise
And mourned less the magnitude of loss.
Don Antenen
Don Antenen lives in Philadelphia with the love of his life and two cats. He is the editor of Hey Small Press!, and his fiction has appeared in the Used Furniture Review and Weekday Journal.
