DEATH IS MY LIVELIHOOD
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk West Desk Window 3:00pm
I have two worn out Birks Boxes
for My Single Silver Pen
re-established in Its Domain
each time I finish
writing — oh like a body
underneath a coffin lid —
lay Me down in a tomb
marked for eternity
by Ever Stylish Artists
with Their Magic Implements
recoiling
from Their Brevity
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
Interesting poem, and interesting title.
My mother told me once that if a reader called a piece of writing “interesting” it was not a very good criticism — i.e. the reader did not know what else to say — but with you, Potterfan, I know this is not the case.
I mean interesting in the best sense of the word 🙂 The kind of interesting that gets your head working and your thoughts spinning. Thanks for kicking up the dust today, Joanna.
I especially enjoyed writing this poem — it was so satisfying and I am thrilled to have your comments.