To what do the dead subscribe?
what periodicity draws them?
what news do they seek? what tribe
of angelic beings awes them?
Note scrawled on a form letter
that arrived today, addressed to my late father (sent by the subscription department of The Progressive, a left-wing magazine) ; the letter begins:
Dear Sam Israel:My scrawled note reads:
We miss you, and I thought you might be missing us, too. . . .
My father, Sam Israel, passed away in October of last year. He loved your publication, and for that I thank you. But you need send no further subscription reminders. Sam Israel is now permanently unsubscribed.