Death
By Bill Knott
Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
Bill Knott, "Death" from Asheville Poetry Review 10, no. 1. Copyright 2003 by Bill Knott. Reprinted by permission of the author.
Source:
Never Lend Your Umbrella to a Submarine and Other Poems
(2005)
