C.A.B. 1956-92

Death-dedicated: that was how I saw you.
Not that you had yet lost all appetite
for earthly food.
But you were leaning, tall, alert, and grim,
on a stage whose scenery sloped back
and back and back and finally collapsed,
taking you with it. You sank out of sight.
Maybe there never had been a foundation.
How long could life have gone on
leaning into the future?
Some force was flowing in the wrong direction.