by Allen Taylor
A variation of the poem "Life" was published in
Small Brushes alongside
in the October 2005-March 2006 issue. The poem has been revised as follows:
When the sadness of death comes knocking
And the people move to their rooms,
When the dry rapt of laughter
Fills their minds with tombs,
Crypts for the common man to keep
At his bedside,
And when the tears of joy
Fall on children
Staring dull-faced into the future
As far as the eye can see,
When February casts its pall
Of false hope on August or December,
You'll see the light.
You'll see it flicker and burn,
Burn and glow; glow, enflame, then burn,
And you'll know;
Yes, you will know
That life is what you really need.
It is. There. Take it.