H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

DAVID COPE

words

postcards

scribbled in

haste--

onward,

he would

sign,

even to

a great

emptiness

hands

folded,

the body

still,

losing

its

tension

fluids re

turning

to earth

where

gnarled

stems

furled

leaves poke

thru in

april sun––

today

as good

a day to die

as any––

[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/david_cope.html.]