Death Of A Coworker
Poem By William B. Deutscher
"It's a damned shame that he died all alone, "
You say with ambivalent sympathy
At one point during the course of the day,
Now funereal with the death of a man
Who lingered uneasily in his life,
Bumping into others' conversations,
Smiling at girls who did not smile back;
"I'd like to think he's in a better place, "
You say, trying to ignore his absence.