The Inevitable Certainty

(for Randell Jarrell)

                				There you rest, Dear Poet, in that
				                small plot of land which is unquestionably
				                and eternally marked as yours.
				                There, sir, you rest in peace as is said
				                but do you really rest peacefully?

				                In that state which you so often wrote
				                about -death- is it really what you
			                        thought?  Of which you wrote?

			                	After living with so much uncertainty
		                		and insecurity it is now you, secure
		                		in that box, that casket, that tomb,
		                                in that plot of land which is eternally
		                                marked as yours.  Dear Poet, that is
		                                for certain.
                         
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