I myself have never written
about the anguish
of death, for I write

only from experience
but now that I
have Altzheimer's Disease

the only serious subject
as in a mortuary
is mortality. . . . . .

and I weep!

There was no mystery
about my character
or working principles.

Already into the
disease, I said
to a young poet,

“Because you write
does not mean
a poetic impulse.

That remains
to be proved.”

The curious
pertinacity