Only Death Wows Me
Hi, all. A couple of things. Only death wows me.
Mansions, big private yachts, I can appreciate
That stuff but it doesn't wow me. Not even birth,
Because first nothing is there, then something
Is there — but once it's there it's like it's always
Been there, which doesn't wow me. With death
However something is there and then it isn't,
But in a weird way it's still there and maybe
Even more than before, like when you find
The dead person's false teeth lying around.
You know what else? Steve Jobs' last words
Were wow oh wow because he was so wowed
By the whole thing, which I can totally understand,
Because, as I mentioned, only death wows me.
Ed. note: "Only Death Wows Me" is a new poem and not included in the Collected Poems 2005-2020, about which you can read more here.