Still Water
Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
27
Was it not
Thursday I writhed in pain while
the Walkman
played for distraction? Dante's
Inferno was
on…"Midway along the path-
way of our
lives" …Blood stained the bed,
but Virgil-led I
succumb to the land of the
lunatic cries of
the doomed in a death that
never dies.
Out of the
throbbing pain in my bed,
I refine the anomaly—
Fired in irony,
dreamed in dread,
I divine comedy.
Atlantic crossingJuly 1984