TEACHING THE DOCTOR TO MAKE POEMS
First give up. Death
always wins. Then look
on your crepe-soled running stat
as some kind of dance -- attendance
on the Mystery. Think of your dog,
that wolf child, the tennis
ball firmly in his teeth.
He'll dodge, growl, tug,
but you'll always get the ball
for another throw. Think of your dog.
That's what you are
to Death. Now write.
- Rick Stansberger