Another Elegy

I tried, you know, I wanted to,

I got a couple of volumes, three

Or four, and I didn’t do

Anything, years, so I rolled it

Up and went, went and un-

Rolled it, got to a friend,

A warehouse, a treatise saying

Years of goodbye, it went on.

I tried to be over and of course,

In vain, I found it, a shore,

Completed it and it died,

I mean something sticks, I did,

Meanwhile sleep, you know,

Drenched or silent, an ash

Presented and taken away, years

In that little wrong boat

Gotten so that I might give

With much and forever, nevertheless

These things carried along