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MICHAEL PINGARRON

 

 

cruises the river Styx

 

Charon could use some help

and another boat to cross

the river

 

corpses arrive everyday

and he's always ferried

faithfully

 

casualties from wars

plagues and untimely accidents

are usual passengers

 

waving a long goodbye

but still Charon keeps

his ferry cruising

 

the callouses on his hands

are as hard as a

politician's heart

 

and the black waters

of the river land us

where life

 

is a distant dream

a fading thought

not a wager

 

or a bluff

just something Charon

finishes

 

with the first

and final strokes

of his oar

 

 

10/18/02

 

 

[Originally published in NHS 2004, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs04/Michael_Pingarron.html.]