The Mortal Remains

There are years of our lives-for all of us or some-in which it would seem nothing is poetical. One might easily take the years after 2019 as such years. A flu treated as ebola; a population treated as criminals or wannabe criminals. Homes wrecked. Marriages, too. Education reported as at least two years behind. And dreadful financial insecurity worldwide. How does one write poetry about these things? One writes about the issues of our mortality, trying to figure it out, trying to help others figure it out, in a gentle, image-driven way. In short, through poems like these.