From Moksha Smith: Agni's Warrior-Sage

by Antonio de Nicolas

The full moon marked the paths

of gravel and grass

in the cemetery

as I came upon this mysterious light,

it sat with green light

on the high edge of a tombstone

shaped like the shadow

of a Bonsai tree,

it throbbed softly in the breeze

like the throat of a frog,

it had a low voice,

it croaked:

" I am the last thought

of a critical theorist

who died young enough

to know he was all wrong.

But,I, his thought, was so right

I could not die

with the last spasm of his heart.

I need to be dissolved!"

"And how may I help?"

" Read me a poem,

then swat me like a fly!"

I did as asked,

the light dissolved

without a stain of gut.

The moon lay over the vacant spot,

the dead were at last dead

with no memory left.

Pity, he was the only celebrity

this town ever had!