God,
How’s it going?
Any news of me?
The nights—I can count them myself.
But how many mornings
are left for me?
Will you like me?
Through what eyes
will you see your creature?
God,
Shall I come on my own?
Or will you send for me?
• On Sunday past, January 25, 2015, I published several poems by Vagif Samadoghlu. At the time I knew he was ill. He passed away on Tuesday, January 27th. He wanted to “die as a poem not as a poet”. I think he accomplished both.
Angie Tibbs
DV Poetry Editor
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