[Frank Hubeny]

There was always something in his way,
And now there's death, who's here to stay.

[Frank Hubeny]

Epitaph for One Afraid

He was not loved by God nor man,
And only sought to be.
He held his breath, and now he can
Hold it still constantly.

[Robert Meyer]

Here lies Don the 'Ho'
(not "Tiny Bubbles" fame)
whose flaming radio
tongue now seems strangely tame.

Robert Meyer

[Jerry Glenn Hartwig]

Here lies Imus
his tongue now fettered
by Scarlet Knights
- not scarlet lettered.

[Jan D. Hodge]

In this earth is placed
Don Imus. We propose
his monument be graced
with "nappy headed hos."

[Marion Shore]

Reflect upon Don Imus
felled by a racial smear. His
life may not be over,
but God knows, his career is.

[Marion Shore]

Marion's Epitaph

Behold this stone, lest you forget
this mortal, sinful to the core,
who left the world with one regret:
she wished she'd sinned a little more

[Michael Cantor]

Revision 337

Although some assholes buried me,
I am not dead by half -
a poet's urge roars endlessly
to tweak this epitaph.


Revision 338

Although some assholes buried me,
I am not dead by half -
a poet must work endlessly
to tweak his epitaph.


Revision 339

Although Free-Versers buried me,
I am not dead by half -
Formalists live endlessly
in clever epitaph.



[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited April 17, 2007).]

[Marion Shore]

Departed Spherians

They're out there somewhere, giving crits,
and, most likely, picking nits.

[Michael Cantor]

Passerby, tell Marion Shore
her last line needed one foot more.