Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart: Poetry for Men
I wished for death often,
But now that I am at its door
I have changed my mind about the world.
It should go on; it is beautiful,
even as a dream, filled with water and seed,
plants and animals, others like myself,
ships and buildings and messages
filling the air—a beauty,
if ever I have seen one.
In the next world, should I remember this one,
I will praise it,
By David Ignatow