HOSPITALITY - William Miller Poems

 
 

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HOSPITALITY

Da Vinci and the man on the bed stare
at each other through the dark air of
death watch. The dying man more than half
suspects from the black glitter
beneath the eaved brows that it is Death
watching;

            Da Vinci moodily
hones in his mind the silver
saw he has made to trepan the skull.