Fall 2012
Table of Contents - Vol. VIII, No. 3
Poetry Fiction Translations Reviews
Allen Itz
Inspired by Alice Folkart's "Pretending"
a poem reminds me
of the fragility of beauty,
how it comes upon us
unbidden
then passes on, like life,
no one asks to be born
but when we are,
we hang on to life
like a vain woman chases
beauty...
knowing the rules
of death
and aging, the end
always on the periphery
of our vision, but always denied
until it’s our own throat
circled by the gray,
stinking hand
of fate’s forever
embracing...
we pretend
we do not notice
the shadows
approaching--
the pretense that keeps life
worth living until
the very
end,
when pretense
can no longer hold back
the black curtain’s
closing
as dark night overtakes us
the darkest night ever
forever
© Allen Itz