Chris Khatschadourian Poetry Empty Amphitheater in Byblos

In the Face of Death I Bravely Shiver

It is the fear of death that drives
me to squeeze the ink out of this pen;
otherwise, I would not be here
writing in a crowded coffee shop.
(It is very unusual for a man to die
in a coffee shop.)
I’ve been coming here to write
as often as I can.
The waitress knows my name.
Sipping coffee,
in the face of death
I bravely shiver.

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