October 2023
Bio Note: I resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. There've been over four hundred fifty stories and poems published so far, and eight books. EI works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where I lurk on the review board and manages a posse of eight review editors.
Gloria Mundi
I am in title his executor,
de facto the chief mourner.
He lived his adult life alone
but did die with company-
a hired tender and me.
A man who admitted
to fallibility but rarely
to vices or wrongdoing,
a man so private that I
read his past in his papers.
I buried and eulogized him
and marshalled all the wealth
he’d been reluctant to spend,
hard earned but not enjoyed,
for distribution to strangers.
I was perhaps his closest friend
and huckster for the indulgences
I wanted him to give himself,
but now must strew his measure
to the unknowing and the greedy.
Truffles
There are, I suspect, more poets
than poetry readers,
and many more bad poets
than good ones,
and far more redundant themes
than original ones,
and more pretensions
than probity.
So why the hell am I
writing poetry?
To try and pig snout my way
into word truffles.
©2023 Ed Ahern
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