In memory of Patricia Monaghan (1945–2012)

 

So then what is this world?

It’s a beating, a touching, a rotting, a growth.

 

Who are we in this world?

We’re a finding, a solitude, meaning, and loss

 

Who are we in this world?

We’re a finding, a solitude, meaning, and loss

 

So then what is this world?

It’s a beating, a touching, a rotting, a growth.

 

So how then shall we live in this world?

With a rotting, a touching, a growth, and a beating;

With a meaning, a solitude, loss, and a finding.

 

In this world, how then, how, shall we live?

With a finding, a beating, a solitude, touching;

With a rotting, a loss, a meaning, a growth.