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PSH Is Dead

PSH is Dead
We touch mortality
Safely, from a distance
Through a 35mm lens
And the hand of someone
We’ve never met

We none of us die
With grace
Death is full of
Or sadness
Or pain
Or regret
Or violence
But do we remember
In the act of examining
These whispered rumors
And unkind ends

Do we remember to
Live with

4 February 2014

A response to Alexander Abad-Santos’s article ‘Philip Seymour Hoffman’s Death and Our Lack of Grace.

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  • Nicely done, Anya.

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  • Anya

    Thank you, Elisa. 🙂

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  • Forgot to leave a comment on this poem. Great as always, understated and non-preachy judgmental from a writer who has always lived their life with grace.

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  • Anya Pham

    Cheers, Garry. I do my best. 🙂

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