Albert Camus died in a car crash at 47
Camus,
push the rock
up, up, down,
up, up, down,
Sisyphus no myth,
born from a Plague,
absurd Stranger,
you should not have listened,
died because you listened.
What of the sayer,
the one who spoke,
the one you listened to?
Your Editor persuaded:
“Drive to Paris, Albert;
It is so much faster than the plane.
Believe me!”
We say because we say.
We cannot put our hands
over our minds.
The grief of the Editor:
“O, Albert, what the world lost
because you listened,
Existentially.”
Originally published in Bindweed Magazine