from A Dearth of Prose
Bordering eternity, I saw a vague shape:
my college fraternity. They said I was an ape
born in a long line of amoeba progressions;
that I would not hear it, "shows there are digressions."
For hours they argued about Father Time,
while ten doctors fought the appointment divine;
'til last, all I saw - closing eyelids I see,
and my friends eased the path to eternity:
"'tis nature, red-toothed, but kind she to call -
at last! you shall mean more than nothing at all
by feeding the earth and the plants with your dust
and leave, noble soul: cosmic meaninglessness!"
I had no retort, so I chanced at a smile,
to say, 'all is well!' on clockworkian dial,
but 'las! for sham logic, and 'las! for bad taste,
and laughter, my nurse, brought my home with a haste.