Sunday, March 17, 2013

A Poem by Tim Tobin


A Conversation with Death

Me: Dead?
Death: Between.

Life?
Unimportant.

God?
(laughter)

Home?
There.

See?
What?

Light?
No.

Scared!
Why?

Dark!
Everybody.

Fair?
Tough.

Alive?
Until.

When?
Then.

When?
Soon.

Pain?
Depends.

What?
Me.

 
Mercy?
Perhaps.

Time?
No.

Please?
Now.

Gone?
Welcome.




Tim Tobin holds a degree in mathematics from LaSalle University. He retired from L-3 Communications after a career in software engineering. His poem Fury so hot, Hate so black is published on Rope and Wire, and Lotsa penquims, lotsa kids appears on vox poetica. The March to Hell has been accepted for the Static Movement anthology named simply Hell. In addition, 35 of Mr. Tobin’s short stories have been published.  He is a member of the South Jersey Writer’s Group and of the Dead Poets Society of Camden County College.

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