He was watching television and
laughed so hard
He slipped into the other world,
the one where angels dwell,
And if that were so, he would not
have been pleased at all,
Since he was a man of science, no
bard
To fly about in fantasies and
metaphors:
His heart gave out, and comedy
can make it bearable
For the rest of us, as when
sitting shiva the doors
Keep opening up and those who
enter weep, laugh, and tell
Old anecdotes, how he was this
and that, as though
They knew his secret thoughts and
hopes. Old letters
Can reveal another story, when
you read them through;
They tell of pains and
frustrations, loneliness, matters
He would never discuss with
anyone but only relate
Amusing anecdotes, then look
around and wait and wait.
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