Sonnet XIX



Isn't it sad when love dies not like a

Deathship aircraft showering the mountain-

Side with raging flame but more like a pend-

Ulum swinging slowly to a stop?--the

Kind of end that calls not for a song but

Only the dating of a few photos,

To tie off the loose ends. The album goes

Beside the fireplace--proves at times the sub-

Tle point that all those faces, deserted

And lifeless, smiling emptily from two

Dimensions, were once lit by eyes like jew-

Els; but one by one memories fall dead

Until the pages turn with no emo-

Tion--autumn leaves--flat expressions--just so.


                                                                        Christopher J. Cramer

                                                                        Distant past