They Will Put My Body Into the Ground
They will put my body into the ground.
Chemistry will have its way for a time,
and then large beetles will come.
After that, the small beetles. Then
the disassembling. After that, the Puccini
will dwindle the way light goes
from the sea. Even Pittsburgh will
vanish, leaving a greed tough as winter.
—Jack Gilbert, Monolithos: Poems 1962 and 1982
[My friend Jack Gilbert (1925-2012) passed away this morning in Berkeley CA.]