Circles - Bill Callahan

I made a circle, I guess

When I folded her hands across her chest

She made a circle, I guess

And a circle does what a circle does best

With a face as stark as Genesis

And I can’t stop the quest

I mean, who can stop the quest?

Death is beautiful

We say goodbye to many friends

Who have no equals

With kisses sweet as hospital grapes

As she slips out the door

To flirt with the boys on the library floor