"I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms"
----Wallace Stevens
"Thirteen Ways of Looking at Blackbird"
Suchoon Mo
Suchoon Mo is a former Korean Army Lieutenant and a retired academic living in the semiarid part of Colorado. His poems appeared in Dissident Editions, Bitter Oleander, Spillway Review, Shampoo, BlazeVox, epiphany, segue, Mad Hatters Review, Erbacce, Ranfurly Review, Snakeskin, tryst, Word Riot, Battered Suitcase, Journal of Truth And Consequence, Adagio Verse Quarterly, and others. His music compositions appeared in Sage of Consciousness, Strange Road, Unlikely 2.0, The Adoirtly Placed Word, Mad Hatters Review, The Scrambler. He received his PhD in psychology from University of Pennsylvania, and is author of a number of scholarly articles..
Suchoon Mo
A Song
for My Funeral
when
they buried him
a young boy
in a cardboard box
somewhere in the
green mountain
there was a song nobody knew
there was a
song
unknown and unsung
I know the song
it has been silent
for many years
buried in an unmarked
grave
a dead boy does not age
I shall be writing the
song
for my funeral to come
it will be there
for you to
sing
wherever you are
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