Epilog

by Vyt Bakaitis

Death. Death. Death.
Nearly the last words
Gandhi is said to have spoken

Wealth
without work
has no cushion

The Mahatma, a public servant
was puzzling over
Cartier-Bresson’s photo

before he

stepped out

to get shot

Thought without feeling
has no face

Pleasure without beauty
brings no privilege

Work without play
runs to waste

Without conscience
it’s all nonsense