The Tunnel
Michael Fried: A Poem, 6 February 2003
“... To be nothing but fire not even the fuel that feeds it wasn’t my father’s style. When the time came for him to die (of a cirrhotic liver caused by poisoned blood flushed through him one winter dawn to fight a bleeding ulcer) he found a stone wall with, at its base, a tunnel just too narrow to admit a man. Undaunted he crawled through hand over hand to the other side ... ”