Half Drunk Muse Poetry


Choice of Passing by Jason Fraley

If you were an unearthed oak, would you speak to God
with cracking branches, bring Him nearer than leaves
crushed beneath your trunk with interlocked roots?

Ask Him to have night recant its promise
of darkness. With your passing imminent,
a pale baptism could shorten sorrow’s stay.

Or keep the silence of a distant observer.
You have no knees to fall on. Even if you did,
soil hardened by drought would not welcome you back.

View bio for Jason Fraley Published in Fall 2004

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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