Spring and All: XIV [Of death]

Of death

the barber

the barber

talked to me

cutting my

life with

sleep to trim

my hair —

It’s just

a moment

he said, we die

every night —

And of

the newest

ways to grow

hair on

bald death –

I told him

of the quartz

lamp

and of old men

with third

sets of teeth

to the cue

of an old man

who said

at the door —

Sunshine today!

for which

death shaves

him twice

a week