A Short Poem About Death

John Knapp


Sometimes I think
in the car
in the bedroom
in earnest
that I'm going to die
and the only thing that
makes this bearable
        is the image of myself:
                   as Old Friend Death
        –my longtime companion–
enters, slow and grim,
         slaps my back and yells
"Ah, you old poet bastard!”
to which I yield
and fade in the odd light of smile—


John Knapp is a poet and artist living in the Pocono Mountains.