Like all poets inspired by death, Lynch is, unlike others, also hired to bury the dead or to cremate them in a small Michigan town where he serves as funeral director.
These are the lessons for Life our mortality teaches us..
Here are golfers tripping over grave markers, gourmands and hypochondriacs, lovers and suicides.
So here is homage to parents who have died and to children who shouldn\'t have.
Here, Lynch, poet to the dying, names the hurts and whispers the condolences and shapes the questions posed by this familiar mystery.
In these twelve pieces his is the voice of both witness and functionary.
In the conduct of these duties he has kept his eyes open, his ear tuned to the indispensable vernaculars of love and grief.
Like all poets, inspired by death, Thomas Lynch is, unlike others, also hired to bury the dead or to cremate them and to tend to their families in a small Michigan town where he serves as the funeral director.
So opens this singular and wise testimony.
Every year I bury a couple hundred of my townspeople.
In this book, Lynch names the hurts and shapes the questions posed by the familiar mystery known as death.
Like all poets inspired by death, Lynch is, unlike others, also hired to bury the dead or to cremate them in a small Michigan town where he serves as funeral director
