Elegy for a Man in His Early Thirties
Ten Lines Found Poem
Nicole Dai

It’s a Friday, like today, when we first met
You had wan flesh, wine hair, and stormy conscious
You said you’re the son of God
I saw you got problems;
But the words turned me on and we had such a wild night.
You were a nice person, yet mixing up real life with stories in your mind,
The reason they put you on the cross.
Now there you are,
Wan limb bruised, wine blood dripping, and stormy conscious gone.
It’s a tremendous loss you’re dead, or we could try something else this weekend.