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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
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.]