RIP: Thomas Lux

by davidchrzanowski

On Monday (6 Feb) news broke of the death of poet Thomas Lux. He was born in America in 1946, and has been publishing poetry since 1970. Lux expressed life through his poetry with humorous quips. Here’s his poem A Little Tooth:

Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It’s all

over: she’ll learn some words, she’ll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you,

your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It’s dusk. Your daughter’s tall.