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Since Death and Its Sequelae.

 are works in progress and are not finished until nature says so, I
think I will linger on it no more, I will not argue for nothingness (I
read about 20 pages of that nauseating book once and considered shooting
myself in the head until I remembered I was a pacifist and had given all
my guns away) nor argue for an afterlife. I'm not going to whine
about there being no God, or if there is a God what a sadistic ditz He
is; the sound of a body-bag's zipper will not buzz my ear; I shall
not lament that, with consciousness gone, I can no longer enjoy the
thought that Descartes favored cross-eyed women, or that glass eels
passing from salt to fresh water become elvers. Nor will I ever, ever
 gripe again that we're all going to the same place but will not be
able to see each other there! I'll never say: I'll die before
I pay a window tax, I'll get over it, be near peace, never mention
again how unhappy I will be when the world's gone from me, no, it
doesn't concern me a peep, in fact, I'll have no more
on't
. 


THOMAS LUX has two books coming out in 2012: From the Southland, nonfiction, from Marick Press, and Child Made of Sand, poems, from Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. He is the Bourne Professor of Poetry at Georgia Tech.
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Title Annotation:eight poems
Author:Lux, Thomas
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 1, 2012
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