(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)


Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.

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(Death by Bill Knott.) **Melancholy tone. The poet, perhaps, describing his own death. Heartfelt.
so sad! this poem was so sad that it is just so dark and scarey