A Eulogy for a Child of Earth

Author of true stories 

But sadly never on paper

A reader all the way down

A guy who saw it coming

Who could spit in a cup 5’ away

Who fixed his own suitcase

And could run on a barrel 

Who worked in numbers and could crunch their brittle points together without breaking. 

Who could pilot a boat

And while driving a car

Could eat soup. 

With a spoon. 

He tackled at the forty repeatedly

And considered lead-off hitters

Lucky and knew their wives’ names and their kids’

And was always sad to strike them out

I saw him roll slowly in the grass to look longingly into the eyes of his wife while the tree above

‘ruffled the suns hair’

I saw him steady the helmeted wheel with his hand

I’ll remember him fondly,

The old dog, my oldest friend

And speak his name to myself

And take his name before

All the booths of the world

To show others what you do with a name – speak with it as a hammer to break grief

As a wrench to 

Work eternity.